#i’ll projectile vomit into your face

[diadotcom]

if you ship rooster with maverick i need you to get the fuck away from me what is wrong with you

[luverboychris]

𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑴𝑬 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

IN WHICH.. things become complicated when two friends in the same group like you. one being your secret fuck buddy.

dom!matt x fem reader, secret fuckbuddy — 1.4k words

why were you feeling like this? this god damn feeling arising inside you for the fourth time this week. you weren’t used to it. and you never have felt it before this much, especially towards him. so why was this happening so much recently?

the feeling of jealousy. just seeing a girl by his side made your face go a shade of red you didn’t want to come to terms with.

“y/n baby! come here.” cole shouts. you couldn’t really begin to explain your relationship with this boy. almost dating.. but not quite yet. what was stopping you from dating him?

well you knew the answer. you just didn’t want to say it out loud because the answer was his friend, matt.

you snap your gaze towards cole, seeing him flick his hand out to you with a drink in front of all his friends. and of course a random girl sitting next to matt. who was she? you never felt so vulnerable, as a bunch of male eyes are on you, looking you up and down. you gulp before walking over to him.

cole sitting down on one of the chairs, you standing above him as he wraps his free arm around your waist. “tell the boys the story on how we met, you tell it better than i do.” he laughs.

matt almost burns holes with his eyes as he looks at his friend’s hold on your body. you attempt to swallow your guilt, the guilt of how oblivious the boy was to your attraction to his friend matt. oblivious to how you and matt will fuck whenever you get the chance. in his head, he thinks he’s the reason you know matt but he has it all wrong.. you’ve known him for way longer. you would never tell him though, it would break him.

all of his friends flip their eyes onto you then to their good old friend cole that they care for so much, yet you know damn well matt is only looking at you.

“yeah, please.” matt blurts, “tell us how you two lovebirds met.” he adds. you wanted to completely ignore him but you didn’t want to come off as weird and suspicious. his cocky smirk forming against his drink as his lips grip onto the top of the glass cup.

you hated him. you hated this.

he loved you. and he loved this.

“well.. uh.” you stutter. cole’s grip on your waist tightens. “he was in my english class and he accidentally bumped into me. it was cute, i was a hot mess.. nervous for my exam and he was kind enough to calm me down.”

matt melts into his chair a little, arms crossed with his lips still lingering over his cup as he man spreads his legs. he was starting to act as if he owns the bar. “continue..” matt says.

“after that.. we sat down and he helped me with studying. we talked and talked for hours—”

“then he asked you out?” matt asks.

cole looks up at you to see your response, such innocence absorbing his face. “he asked me out on a date yeah..” you mumble out.

“ah i see.. he took you out on a date. but you’re not dating?” matt questions. you wanted to crawl across the table and punch him with how dumb he was playing in front of everyone. he knew the situation more than anyone, he just loved to tease.

“y/n isn’t ready to date.. but i’ll wait for her i don’t care.” cole jumped in and responded for you. all the friends smile but you catch matt sneakily roll his eyes.

“you’re simping so bad for her man.” matt scoffs, “i hate love, makes me sick to my stomach.” the boys laugh in unison as matt pretends to projectile vomit.

“i mean do you see her? how could i not matt?” cole laughs out.

you watch matt as he begins to look you up and down with his blue sensual eyes, “mhm, i see her.” he whispers out. is everyone blind?!— you thought to yourself. can they not see the sexual tension just roaming through the air coming off of matt right towards you? because you can, and matt definitely knows as well.

he loves how much sexual tension you two have. just the eyes alone that he gives you makes you weak to your knees but you’re good at hiding it, for the most part.

the random girl’s hand sneaks up around matt’s chair and you blink profusely at her flirty positioning. you begin to fidget, taking cole’s hand off your waist causing it to fall to his side.

“um, i’m going to the bathroom.” you blurt out. the table nods at your words and you don’t look back to look at him. you don’t want to give him even a taste of satisfaction from doing that. you knew he would feed off of it, and get excited.

the bathroom still having the music from the bar playing on the speakers in every corner. the bar’s bathroom had no privacy whatsoever.. meaning anyone could come in at any time.

you turn on the faucet and scrub your hands, hoping you can at least wash off just a smidge of jealousy that was steaming off of you. but it was no use.. you still wash your hands with agression as you cuss at yourself. you look at your reflection in the mirror, feeling ever so guilty.

“well hi cole’s girl.” he says, sarcasm laced in his voice. there was matt leaning against the door frame with his hands in the pocket of his black jeans. his car keys dangling from the front right one.

“matt, why’d you follow me?” you say, flipping your gaze off of him and back to yourself in the mirror.

he walks up from behind you, leaning down towards the back of your neck as he goes to remove your hair. he pushes it all to one side, letting your exposed skin be all out on display for him.

“you know why.” he whispers, reaching down to leave a trail of kisses softly down your neck. you feel chills run throughout your body with the gentleness of his lips pressed against your sensitive skin.

“i-i don’t.” you sigh out. you couldn’t help but close your eyes because of every kiss he leaves on your neck. he then starts to let his cold fingertips wander up your unclothed arms. 

“baby don’t lie to me.” he says, “you’re thinking about me.” he grabs all your hair, softly pulling it to the other side now as he kisses the skin he hasn’t given attention to, “just like how i’m only thinking about you..” he adds.

“and you want me to fuck the shit out of you like i did last week. i can tell, don’t deny it.” he whispers against your skin.

you feel your face heat up as you open your eyes. you push him off of you, “shut the fuck up matt!” you say. and there he was again with that snarky smile, so confident and dark looking.

a small laugh escapes his lips, “relax.” he says. god, he was such a dick. not only could anyone come in at anytime, he was trying to make you horny and it was working.

“ugh i..” is all you say, sucking on the inside of your mouth with your fists clenching.

“hmm? you what? you hate me?” he teases, coming closer to you. you don’t respond to him, “tell me that you hate me.”

“i hate you.” you say, the words flowing out like a stream. you say it again, over and over. three words that you didn’t actually mean, “i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.”

he reaches down to kiss your babbling lips, kissing you harder as ever. “i hate you.” you breath into his mouth.

“baby.. you love me.” he breaths out.

he reaches his left arm down to your inner thigh and grips onto it tightly, making a moan come out of you. he always does things with his left arm, he knows it gets a rise out of you. the arm filled with all his tattoos.

“let another man touch you like that again..” matt’s lips brush onto yours with each word, “and i will fucking kill them.”

he rubs his ring and middle finger against your underwear. “matt, h-he’s your friend.” you moan out. that sentence makes him rub you with more aggression.

“i don’t give a fuck.” he groans against your lips when he finally can feel how wet you are. “friend or not.. you’re not letting a man wrap his hands around your waist like that in front of me.”

“but you can have a girl have her hands around you?” you snap, the image of the girl’s arm around matts back while he was sitting down started to replay.

“oh shut up. you fucking know i only want you.” he says.

“you have me.” you moan out, as he rubs your clit through your underwear, the thin fabric blocking his touch made the sensation feel so much more intense, “im yours.” you add.

“for someone who hates me, you sure obey me well baby.”

UPDATE: PART 2 IS UP NOW PRESS HERE

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so im trying a new style lmk if u guys like it. someone requested to do a cheating type fic and i dont write that so i did my own twist wee! i hope i exceeded your expectations, anonymous cutie! i would love to do a part 2 on this so lmk if u want that maybe. i love u guys sm.

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[neos127]

WHY HER? - SIM JAEYUN (chapter nine)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life. notes. includes a written portion!

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Y/N shakily clicked on the ‘accept’ button of Jake’s face-time call. Quickly fixing her hair and setting the phone to a decent angle. Jake smiled once she picked up, his expression soon dropping after seeing her pout.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so afraid of getting close to me?” Jake spoke up, already starting the conversation Y/N had been dreading. The girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes, looking out her window to avoid eye contact.

“I just can’t believe that you have feelings for me, no other boy has ever shown this much interest in me.” Y/N admitted, nervously playing with her nails.

“Listen…it scares me too. I took a big chance with getting to know you but I don’t regret it one bit. You have such an amazing personality and that’s what sets you apart from everyone else. That’s why I like you so much.” Jake explained, making Y/N suck in a breath, her stomach twisting more and more.

“It’s just…imagining relationships is fun, it makes me giddy to think about that type of stuff. Even reading it and watching it in movies…but when it’s real, it becomes too real. I’d be putting myself in a vulnerable position and I’m afraid to get hurt. I know it’s stupid and inevitable, but that’s just how I feel.” Y/N explained, watching as Jake mulled over her words.

“Thank you for being honest with me, I understand how you feel. And I promise I won’t break your heart, Y/N. I couldn’t even think about doing that. You’re way too important to me.” Jake replied, his lips turning down into a frown when he saw a tear slip down her face. She quickly wiped it, sniffling a bit.

“And what about your career?” She asked softly. Jake’s eyes diverted from her face for a moment, letting out a small sigh.

“Well, we can try to hide our relationship for as long as we can. As long as my managers know they won’t mind helping us out. And just know that whatever anyone says about you, it isn’t true. They can’t be a real fan if they don’t support me.” Jake explained, trying to reassure Y/N. She nodded absentmindedly, really thinking about the consequences. It wasn’t going to be easy, Y/N was sure of it, but the soft gaze in Jake’s eyes was enough to sway her.

“Let’s do it then…before I projectile vomit everywhere.” Y/N chuckled, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. Despite how terrified she felt, she was still happy to know that he was just as into her as she was.

“Damn…sounds like you don’t like me that much.” Jake teased, a smile appearing on his face.

“Ugh please, I like you so much it hurts. It’s honestly kind of unfair how sweet and cute you are, I never stood a chance.” Y/N groaned, hiding behind her hands at the confession. Jake felt flustered, still not used to her complimenting him.

“Honestly, that’s how I feel about you. As soon as I saw your smile, I was done for.” Jake replied, the blush on his face was very obvious. Y/N bit back a smile, trying to hide her flustered state by looking out her window again.

“So- where do we go from here?” Y/N asked, still feeling a bit awkward about their conversation.

Um…i’ll ask you to be mine properly when I get back, I promise. I’m willing to make this work if you are.” Jake said, smiling at Y/N. Just the sight of her face was enough to make him giddy and he couldn’t wait to get back home and have her in his arms.

“Yeah, I am too.

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[arc-misadventures]

Secrets Well Kept

Jaune was having a bog-standard day until the moment his day was flipped on its head.

Literally.

Right now he was suspended in the air by his leg hanging over the roof of a building situated away from prying eyes.

He was surprised how quickly he got up here, how a single thread was holding him suspended in the air, but more importantly, that he didn’t throw up his guts in the process of getting here.

But, considering he was hanging upside down he suspected that there was still a possibility of that happening.

Peachy.

Fortuitously he wouldn’t have to worry about that for long. Hopefully.

For his captor have finally revealed themselves before him, and he only had one thing to say to them.

Jaune: If you dare say, “How’s it Yanging?” I will deliberately throw up on you.

: You wouldn’t dare!

Jaune: Unless it is by the form of a vile semi-non-lethal case of projectile vomit, how else could I, a common human possibly harm you, Spidergal.

Spidergal, the wisecracking web-slinger that swung around the city, saving people from a variety of things: Criminals committing crimes, cars speeding out of control, an introductory lesson of the ramifications of underestimating gravity. She will come in, and save everyone, be they petty criminals, or crazy men in monster suits. There were too many of those weirdos around town lately.

Jaune: Or… should I perhaps say… Yang Xiao Long…?

Spidergal stared at him for a moment before pulling off her mask, revealing a mane of golden hair, vibrant amethyst eyes, and a face that vibrated with fear.

Yang: Why?! Why did you do that?!

Jaune: Seemed pretty simple really; Your name is, Yang. I’m hanging from a… Crane? Yang, hang: Yanging. Seemed pretty simple considering you like towards making cheap puns.

Yang: it’s good I’ll give you that! But, why?!

Jaune: Why?

Yang: Yes: WHY?

Jaune: Why what?

Yang: Why didn’t you tell anyone that I was, Spidergal?!

Jaune: Are you talking about that time I caught you changing into your spider suit, and I caught you in that tantalizing lacy violet underwear?

Yang: Yes tha…?! Wait, you peaked?!

Jaune: To be fair, I couldn’t help it. You were changing your outfit at the time, and I just happened to walk on you in the process.

Yang: …

Yang: That’s fair… But, why didn’t you tell anyone?!

Jaune: Yes, I’m going to tell everyone I found out, Spidergal’s secret identity because I caught her in her underwear whilst changing into her suit. Who the devil would believe that, that could possibly happen?

Yang: Well… uhhh…? Honestly I wouldn’t believe that either.

Jaune: Precisely! Besides, I try to be a gentleman; I would have legged it out of there if it wasn’t for the fact that your friends… What are their names… Weiss, and… Blake?

Yang: Yes, their names are, Weiss, and Blake.

Jaune: Yeah, they could have caught you in that compromising position. Short of confessing you were, Spidergal, or a nudist how could you have gotten out of that?!

Yang: Definitely not the nudist route…

Jaune: Not to mention that squid guy…

Yang: Dr. Oc!

Jaune: Lame. Anyway he was on a rampage, so you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Yang: But… T-That was a month ago! Why haven’t you done anything?!

Jaune: Anything? What do you mean by that?

Yang: you could have blackmailed me into doing stuff for you, or you’ll reveal my identity! Like stealing stuff for you, o-or… m-making me doing something lewd…

As, Jaune lazily hung from the air he shot her an infuriated look that shocked her as she gazed upon a face that screamed offence.

Jaune: I’m tempted to tell everyone now for how insulted I feel that you would dare think that I would do something like that!

Yang: I’m sorry! It’s just… you know… secret identity that she has to keep secret… smoking hot babe… teenage boy…

Jaune: Get your head out of whatever gutter its in lady!

Yang: Okay! Just, why haven’t you told anyone about this, hell why didn’t you come to me about knowing this?! I’ve been on edge all month thinking you were planning something?!

Jaune: Hmm… That’s a fair concern. Well, I’ll tell you precisely what I was planning! But, first, I require a favour…

Yang recoiled in fear, her nerves were on edge as she saw the loopy smile across his face. She didn’t think he was planning anything sinister, but she couldn’t risk it.

Yang: What favour…

Jaune: Get me down from here! The blood is rushing to my head, and I think the projectile vomit is more of a warning, not a threat now!

Yang: Oh shit, yeah, sorry!

Yang quickly brought him down where, Jaune promptly laid on his back as he let his blood settle. After a few minutes he stood up, shaking the dizziness away.

Yang: You better?

Jaune: Somewhat? Imma gonna need to lie down for a while… that is so uncomfortable…

Yang: You can get used to it.

Jaune: Yeah, but I’m not… whatever it is you now are.

Yang: Hey!

Jaune: Okay… What I was planning to do was this: Nothing.

Yang: Nothing; you weren’t planning on doing anything?

Jaune: Not a gods dammed thing.

Yang: S-Seriously?

Jaune: Yep, I wasn’t planning on doing anything. You’ve been a great help to this city, it needs people like you, honest to god hero. I didn’t want to mess that up for internet clout. I mean, image how many people will be impacted if they knew you were, Spidergal. I mean… How many people could be hurt if your secret got out. And, I don’t just mean your family, but your friends, and any random schmuck on the street. Me telling who you are puts so many people at risk. I couldn’t dare dream of doing such a thing. So, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.

Yang: Oh… T-Thank you…

Yang fidgeted with her hair nervously as she looked away with a faint blush on her face. She did this because she thought the heroing was cool, and the overall right thing to do. But, to hear someone thank her for doing what she did, seeing that her being a superhero, and doing the things she does, and for who she does it for was more important than knowing who she was, meant the world to her, and really gave her that boost of confidence she needed.

Jaune: So don’t worry about it, Yang. I’ve kept this a secret for over a year now, I can keep it secret still for years yet to come.

Yang: Thanks, Jaune, I really…?! Wait… ‘Over a year now…?’ Hold up! You’ve know I was, Spidergal for over a year now?!

Jaune: Yep!

Yang: How?!

Jaune: Remember when we first met?

Yang: Uhh… We met in the hallway at school… you were helping me by putting a textbook back into my backpack?! You saw my suit when you were putting that book back?!

Jaune: Close, I saw your suit in your backpack before I put that textbook back in. Why do you think I zipped up your backpack when I put the textbook back, and gave you that warning about letting stuff fall out?

Yang: You’ve known the whole time that I was, Spidergal since our freshmen year?!

Jaune: You weren’t really famous for a while yet, but yeah, pretty much.

Yang: H-Have you been protecting my secret the whole time as well?!

Jaune: More, or less.

Yang: Oh… okay…

Jaune: So… now what?

Yang: I don’t know… You know my secret, and have been keeping my secret for over a year now… I guess we just carry on as we are?

Jaune: I can do that.

Yang: Do you… Would you mind if I came to you… To talk about all these things I’ve been through? I don’t have anyone to talk about this to, and I could really use someone to talk to… do you… Would you mind?

Jaune look at her before walking over to a vent box on the roof. The metallic box echoed as he sat upon it, he turned to her, and tapped a spot besides him. Yang smiled at him before jumping, and summersaulting in the air, and landing gracefully next to him.

Jaune: So… Lets start at the beginning shall we?

Yang: How I became, Spidergal? That’s a good place to start.

Jaune: Oh, I was going to ask how you hide all that hair under that mask of yours; like seriously, how?!

Yang laughed as she lightly punched his arm before she told him the origin story of the, Astonishing Spidergal.

And, Jaune had to admit, it was too ridiculous to be true. But, such is life: Too ridiculous to be true.

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Ahh, finally get to play out that Spiderman idea I’ve had stuck in my head for months now!

That was fun. Well, back to the grinding stone.

Do enjoy~!

[trashbag-baby666]

I’ll Always Be Around-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Gale is in his head and John pulls him out.

WC: 1,326

C/W: Referenced/Implied homophobia and mentions of divorce.

MOTA Masterlist!

Gale sat in his car in the driveway in silence. He didn’t know where he wanted to go besides to Johns but he hadn’t answered yet. He just didn’t want to be at home considering his parents were raging at him for getting snippy with his Grandma at dinner. She always made sure to voice her strong opinion of how she disliked John so much and said that it’s just not right that two men are together.

Gale:

You’re at your dads, right?

John:

Yeah, Croz is here though. But I think he’s leaving when Bubbles is done with work.

Gale:

Can I come over?

John:

Yeah we just gotta be quiet bc the affair baby is sleeping 🙄💀

Gale put his car in reverse as he backed out of the long driveway. Now that John's parents were divorced and their house wasn’t a war zone all the time he had started letting people come over again; Although, he basically lived with the Clevens most of the time.

Gale knew how uncomfortable John's dad’s new wife made him. Some young secretary from his office that was closer in age to them than him. He also knew how much John disliked the fact that he now had a half brother. John had pretty much became a ghost in his own house when he was home. He could come and go and his dad wouldn’t even notice. But the times he stayed at his moms it wasn’t much better. Instead of being ignored she berated him all the time.

John jumped up from the couch as he heard the knocks on the door. He and Croz had been playing Fortnite and Stardew Valley all afternoon on John's new Switch.

“Hey handsome,” John leaned against the door frame. He could see in Gale's eyes that this was not the time and he turned his silly down.

“Did you have a good day?” Gale asked, kissing John on the cheek, following John into the house.

“Yeah, it was alright, me and Croz just played with the new Switch.” John hummed.

“Oh hey, Buck.” Croz waved then turned back to the TV where he was now focusing on Stardew Valley.

“Hey Croz,” Gale toed off his converse and kinda just slumped into John's arms. John wrapped his arms around Gales' waist holding the other.

“Is everything okay?” John whispered in his ear. John was worried about him; this was not typical Gale behavior. Something in his pretty blue eyes wasn’t glimmering either.

“We can talk later about it,” Gale nuzzled his head into John's neck taking in the familiar scent of his fruity aftershave. He placed a small kiss on his neck before pulling away and finding a seat on the couch by Croz.

“You wanna hear something funny?” Croz glanced over at Gale then back to the TV.

“Of course I do.”

“No are you gonna tell him about-”

“Yes, Leo threw up all over Bucky earlier. No joke. His dad left us with the baby for like an hour so he could go to the store or something. But he just started crying and crying.”

“Who? Bucky?” Gale let a small smirk pull on his face looking over to John. he stood with his arms crossed by the couch shooting daggers at Gale.

“Yeah, Bucky was crying, but anyway Leo is crying and Bucky holds him like this.” Croz grabbed a pillow and started patting it, “So he’s trying to burp him or something.”

“In my defense I’m doing what Mrs. Brewer taught us in child development.” John held up his hands in defense referring to the week long baby project.

“Bucky shut up I’m trying to get to the best part.” Croz waved his hand at the taller, “So he pulls Leo away and is just holding him out and Leo projectile vomited all over Bucky's shirt.”

John shook his head sitting down between them and smacked Gale on the leg lightly as Gale began laughing, throwing his head back, “Oh it's funny now Gale but it was your shirt.”

“My shirt?” Gale raised his eyebrows pointing at himself now praying that John at least tried to wash it and didn’t just throw it away, “Which shirt?”

“I don’t know the one from when you played Tennis at the country club?” John shrugged, knocking his elbow into Bucks. Gale felt a wave of relief washing over him that it wasn’t one of his nicer shirts he still wore besides when John would hijack it, “I’m never babysitting the affair baby again. I didn’t even want to watch him. My dad just kinda handed him off to me and left.”

“I can’t believe neither of us died, it was a long…hour to say the least.” Croz giggled, although all of this was at John's expense it did lift a bit of the anxious weight off of Gale's chest.

Bubbles had picked up Croz and the other two found their way to John's room. It certainly was in a cleaner state than it was the last time Gale had been in here. There was some clothes on the floor but not much else besides his cluttered desks of trinkets, mostly of little unicorns.

“So I’m sensing dinner didn’t go well?” John laid back on his bed.

“No,” Gale shook his head, picking up a pink ceramic unicorn Gale remembered buying him at a thrift store. It had always been his favorite unicorn of John's seemingly endless collection, “Can I borrow some clothes, I don’t know if I’m gonna go home tonight…if that's okay with you?”

“Yeah, for sure. Probably have more of your clothes laying around here somewhere.” John snickered sitting on his knees by his closet and digging through his dresser drawers. Gale just wanted to get out of the clothes he had been wearing all night and to just lay with John. He wanted to feel his hands on him and he wanted to breathe in his smell and just be so close to him.

“Thanks,” Gale hummed, taking the sweatpants and shirt John passed him, “Grey sweatpants so you can stare at my dick?”

“Maybe?” John shrugged, pulling Gales' brown sweater off of him.

“But no dinner was a disaster,” Gale sighed, pulling off his shirt and undoing his belt.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” John directed his gaze down to the floor, John had never been good in situations like this. He never knew what to say and rather opted for something funny.

“No it’s okay I’m kinda just ranting, I can stop though?”

“No it’s fine you know I’m just bad with words.”

Gale finished changing and fought a battle with himself before deciding to just take his contacts out and throw them away. He should’ve known he’d probably end up staying at Johns tonight but he didn’t even grab anything he just left.

“Can I lay on top of you?” Gale rocked back and forth on his heels, the only light in the room coming from John's lamp. Illuminating the right side of Johns beautiful

“Yeah, come on in here.” John motioned for him and lifted up the blankets for him. Gale climbed in resting his head on John's chest listening to his heartbeat for a moment. John wrapped his arms around Gale's waist and let a small toothy smile come out, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Gale shut his eyes for a moment letting his focus be on John's heartbeat. He didn’t want to think about his day anymore; he just wanted to be with the love of his life.

“I don’t wanna talk about today.” Gale mumbled feeling one of John's hands come up and into his blonde hair, slowly carding his fingers through it.

“We don’t gotta talk about nothin’ at all, babe.” John held Gale close to him like he was a precious teddy bear.

“Okay,” Gale met John’s gaze, “Thank you for being here for me.”

“Anytime, Buck.”

[repairgirl]

19. i love you in a song pt. 1

word count: 2.0k

t/w: stalling. the biggest buildup to the main event ever

You rested your head against the window of Piper’s cherry red Jeep (Beatrice, if you so please), reminiscing on the last time you all were squished like this— the ride to the summer kickoff party, back in June. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

You thought about how much had changed since then: your growing friendship with the girls, now stronger than ever, the big brother role Percy had taken on, your sense of worth, and most significantly, your relationship with Leo. The vibes in the Jeep were good, the sunroof was open and beams of light shone on you and the others, almost as if Apollo was saying one last goodbye before summer ended and he shone a little less. The breeze made you feel okay, and a sense of satisfaction washed over you. All things considered, the summer was a fun and notable one, and you were grateful for your friends who made it that way. You smiled to yourself, not thinking anyone would see. 

Naturally, Leo elbowed you in the side, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“Ow,” you groaned. “What the hell was that for?”

“You were smiling too much. Had to switch it up a little,” he replied, seemingly proud of his genius idea. 

“Charming as always, Valdez,” you clapped back. “If you had asked, you’d know I actually was smiling because I was just thinking about this summer, how it’s coming to an end, and how grateful I am for all of you.”

“Aww, you really do love and care for us,” Percy chided in a mocking tone. 

“Of course she does. Don’t get a big head about it, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth added on, before looking to you and smiling warmly. “And we’re just as grateful for you, Y/N.”

Nico made a gagging noise from the backseats where he was cramped next to Will. “I might projectile vomit before we have a chance to even make it there due to all this love in the air.” 

Will put his hands up in defense. “If you do, get it as far away from me as possible. I’m off duty until August 27th, 2023.”

“Move-in day,” Nico groaned. “Don’t remind me.” 

“Married couple, shut up,” Piper said, pulling into a driveway. “We’re here.”

She parked the Jeep in the parking lot of a beautiful two-story oceanfront vacation home, complete with mermaid and ocean decorations on the sides. In the backyard was a pool, and just through the fence surrounding it was the sand that led to the ocean. To say you were in awe would be an understatement. 

“Wow, Pipes, how’d we snag this?” Leo asked. 

Piper turned to him, her eyes sparkling. “I have my ways.”

“I do not condone theft, I do not condone theft,” Frank repeated to himself, covering his eyes. 

“Unless it’s Piper,” Hazel chimed in, giggling. 

Frank sighed in defeat, and everyone burst into laughter. 

You, among the others, grabbed your suitcase from the trunk and lugged them inside. Leo trailed behind you like a dog, seemingly as happy as you were that you two were on good enough terms to share a room. Upon unlocking the door, everyone plopped their bags in the entryway and found the nearest couch or chair to slump on from being cramped during the two-hour car ride. 

“Before we get comfortable,” Annabeth chided. “Who’s rooms are who’s? So we can start unpacking our stuff.”

Percy tugged her sleeve. “Just sit down for a minute and turn off your brain, Beth. I’m gonna…” he started, followed by loud snoring. 

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Aaand, there he goes. I’ll get his bags.” 

“Perfect, because you two are on the ground floor,” Piper stated. “Down the hallway on the left, along with Leo and YN, whose bedroom is sandwiched between yours and Percy’s and mine and Jason's,” she finished hesitantly. “Nico and Will and Frank and Hazel, you two have the upstairs rooms. They’re exactly the same, so choose for yourself.” 

Everyone got up and shuffled to their respective rooms, except for Percy, who was dead asleep on the couch, acting like he hadn’t had a shred of rest in years. Which, in some sense, was true.

Leo grabbed your suitcase and bags, in addition to his, and started heading to your shared room. 

“Trying to win be back so soon, Valdez?” you chided. You pretended to be annoyed by this, but secretly you loved it. 

He winked at you, and your heart melted, but you ignored it. “You know it, boba girl.”

You were too busy daydreaming to realize that Leo had stopped dead in his tracks in the doorframe of your room, barely daring to make a move. 

“Um, Y/N, you might want to see this…”

Where there should have been a bunk bed was a singular king bed, soaking up the room in all its glory. 

You facepalmed, a million thoughts rushing through your head. “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

Piper giggled behind you, causing you to see her, Jason, and Annabeth, who had  witnessed the entire thing. 

“Piper McLean, I swear on the gods if you planned this—” you started, but she cut you off. 

“I didn’t, I promise!” she replied, frantically scrolling through her phone. “The host says the house was recently updated for each room to include a full king bed.” She smiled sheepishly. “Oops.” 

Jason then led Piper to their room, presumably to discuss their own sleeping arrangements. “We’ll give you two some time to talk. Knock if you need anything.” 

Annabeth reassuringly put her hand on your back, offering some words of encouragement herself. “I’m gonna go unpack, but I’m here if you need anything, okay? You’ve always got Percy and me.” 

You nodded weakly. “Okay, Beth. Love you.”

Soon enough, it was just you and Leo, who looked about as embarrassed as you felt. He started to ramble about whatever thoughts came to mind. 

“Listen Y/N, I know this is super weird, I mean, It’s not weird to me but it’s probably weird to you, I mean, if it’s weird for US that’s what I mean, and I can sleep on the couch, or the floor, or—” 

“Leo.”

“Hm?” 

“I think I need some space.” 

You shut the door in front of you, alone in the cold, empty room, feeling like you were the only person in the world. 

You slumped down the door, putting your head in your hands, not sure what emotion to begin to process first. And little did you know, on the other side of the wall, Leo was doing the same exact thing. 

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As you unpacked, not realizing just how many hours had gone by, a million thoughts plagued your mind, each seeming to be sorted into opposite categories. Part of you was excited at the prospect of sharing a bed with Leo, as your feelings were admittedly still there, and like all the wise people say, feelings for your first love never really do go away. But the other part was terrified and felt embarrassed, and kept reminding you that he didn’t like you back, or so he claimed that night at the party. You were just a friend in his eyes, and you felt like that’s all that you would ever be. This part of you felt so small, as small as you did when you confessed in the pool house. It made you want to cry. 

Just then, you heard a knock on your door and a familiar friendly voice. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Hazel asked. “You in there?” 

“Yeah, come in,” you called from the bed, where you were now slumped, sulking and staring at the wall. 

She walked over and sat next to you, putting her arm around you and making you feel a warmth you hadn’t felt since you got there. You fell into her embrace.

“How are you doing, love?”

“I’m okay. Could be better. Just thinking about—” you gestured vaguely, “—you know.” 

She nodded. “What’s going through your mind?” 

You sighed, getting ready to lay it down on her. “Everything. A part of me is excited, like maybe this could be the opportunity we’ve always needed, and that part of me is hoping that just one night together would fix everything and open his eyes for me, like we’re in some kind of reader insert fanfiction,” you chuckled dryly. “But the other part of me is so terrified. Terrified that I am and only ever will be a friend to him, and this whole thing makes him wildly uncomfortable. That he wants nothing to do with me, and all the little comments, flirtatious remarks, ways he looks at me when he thinks I can’t see, that all of it means nothing. 

And that part of me is so scared, and makes me feel so small, just like I felt at Piper’s, at her summer party, and then at his birthday party, and how I’ve felt time and time again. I just want some confirmation, some closure. That this isn’t all in my head. Or maybe, that it is. Either way, I’d just like to know. So I can feel content, and maybe even at peace before we all go to college, and start fresh, if need be.” 

You laughed to yourself. “And the last part of my brain is mocking me, because I’m probably just overthinking and he’ll end up sleeping on the couch anyway, and everything will be fine. And I did all of this worrying for absolutely no reason other than to make things harder for myself.” 

Hazel’s warm, golden eyes locked with yours, and you got the sense she truly understood.

“That’s a lot for one woman to carry,” she admitted. “And you’re definitely putting more stress on yourself than you need to. I think what you need to do is follow your heart, and trust your gut.”

“What do you mean?”

“Follow your heart. What has your heart wanted all along? If none of this happened, where would you be? And now that is has happened, do you feel the same or different than before?” she asked. “And to trust your gut, you must do what is right for you. Not for anyone else, not acting in a way that you think everyone expects you to. Make the decisions you make for no one but yourself, and if you feel something is right, go for it. You do only live once, after all.” 

You smiled, her words sinking into your skin and mending a few cracks on your heart. You buried her in a hug. 

“Thank you, Hazel. I needed that.” 

“Of course, babes. That’s what friends are for.” She started to gather herself, sensing that you already were doing much better. “You good if I go?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, feeling sure of yourself for the first time in a while. 

“Oh, and hey,” Hazel continued, “The girls and I are going to go for a walk on the boardwalk in about half an hour and do some exploring. care to join us?”

“Tempting, but I think I’m going to do some journaling and sort out all of these new emotions,” you replied. “I’ll definitely join everyone for dinner later, though.”

She smiled, closing the door behind her. “You better. I’ll leave you to it.” 

Hazel’s words had left you feeling like a new woman, and so you put on your favorite feel-good playlist and danced around the room before doing some light journaling. You wrote about everything, from the crush you’d had on Leo before Calypso entered his life to still having it even after she exited to the feelings you were sorting out now, and what exactly they meant. You filled six pages with words, doodles, and scribbles, letting anything that came into your head flow out naturally onto the paper. An hour later, you felt better than you ever had before. Every emotion you had been ignoring or neglecting or shutting down had now found a place on your journal paper, and you felt free to express your emotions without judgement of anyone else. 

Meanwhile, in Percy’s room, the guys were up to much different activities. 

yours truly || leo valdez x fem!reader smau

a/n: sorry to leave you all on a cliffhanger <3 and you know i had to do the classic there was only one bed but anyway!! part one of the long-awaited finale is here! part 2 coming at 12PM EST tomorrow!! 

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@idcjustletmescroll : Hey I had a story idea I thought you might find funny- do you think you could write something where y/n tries to get Cassandra to eat vegetables but she gets sassy and says something like "Fine fine, but only if you eat raw meat." So they do? btw if you need reference, raw pork has a slight lemon flavor but is overall plain (don't ask me why I know 😶)

Bruh please tell me you did not eat raw pork! Anyway, yes I do like this idea! Let’s get into it!

Cass: Okay, Y/N. Open up! Here comes the plane! *Makes airplane noises while trying to spoon broccoli into Y/N’s mouth*

Y/N: *Sitting at the table in a My Little Pony bib, crossing their arms, pouting* Babe! I don’t like vegetables! *Closes their mouth tightly*

Cass: *Annoyed, slams her hand on the table* Y/N! You are not leaving this table until you eat your broccoli!

Alcina: *Walking past, laughing* Ahh, reminds me of when you girls were newly created and wouldn’t eat your maidens.

Cass: *Rolls her eyes at Alcina* Y/N, I’m going to count to three. If you don’t eat that broccoli, there will be consequences!

Y/N: *Smirks* Like, “naughty” consequences?

Cass: *Huffs* No. Like, “I’m taking away your video game privileges for a week” consequences.

Y/N: *Bawling, leaning as far away from Cass as possible* No! If you like vegetables so much, why don’t you eat them! I’d rather eat anything else but vegetables!

Cass: *Growls in anger, thinks for a second, decides to teach them a lesson* So… you’d eat anything?

Y/N: Yeah!

Cass: *Smiles* Okay, Y/N. I’ll tell you what. If I eat some broccoli and prove it’s yummy, then you have to eat something I like. Seems fair to me. Do we have a deal, darling?

Y/N: *Curiosity is peaked* Wait, don’t you eat nothing but raw meat? Is that safe? I thought that people get sick if they eat meat that isn’t cooked.

Cass: *Trying to hold in laughter, has Y/N right where she wants them* Well… Raw meat doesn’t make me sick.

Y/N: *Thinking, but is very stupid* Hmm… I guess if you can do it, so can I! Bring it on, babe! I wanna see you eat that broccoli!

Cass: *Grins* Okay, here I go. *Eats the broccoli she was trying to feed Y/N* Mm, so yummy! Now it’s your turn, Y/N.

Y/N: *Laughing* Wow, you made that broccoli your bitch, babe! Okay, I’m ready!

Cass: *Swarms to the refrigerator to grab a plate of uncooked pork, swarms back* Here you are, Y/N. Eat up!

Y/N: Here goes nothing!

Not a minute later

Y/N: *Vomiting violently into a potted plant* Why?! Why me- Oh shit-! *Pukes some more*

Cass: *Laughing, rubbing Y/N’s back* What did we learn today, Y/N?

Y/N: *Giggling deliriously, wiping their face* Getting food poisoning is better than eating broccoli.

Cass: *Shocked* Wait, what?!

Y/N: *Pukes, finishes* Yeah… Now I get to watch Alcina bitch you out for making me sick and letting me puke on her prized fig tree. *Points behind Cass*

Cass: *Swallows nervously, turns around and sees a pissed off Alcina*

Alcina: *Crossing her arms and tapping her foot angrily* Cassandra. Why is your spouse vomiting all over my precious tree?!

Cass: Umm… Well, they wouldn’t eat their vegetables so I bet them that I would eat broccoli if they ate raw meat like I do…

Alcina: Oh! This is horrible! Fifi is going to be ruined now! *Sobs into her hands*

Cass: ??? I’m sorry, who?

Y/N: The tree, babe. She named the stupid tree Fifi.

Alcina: *Glares at Y/N* Not another word out of you, murderer!

Y/N: *Terrified, throws up on Fifi some more*

Alcina: *Crying her eyes out*

Y/N: *Vomiting gets more intense*

Alcina and Y/N: *Increasingly getting louder*

Y/N: I’m gonna die!

Cass: See, normally, hearing that would cheer me up, but this is just stupid.

Alcina: Fifi! I’ll avenge you! *Grabs Y/N and shakes them roughly*

Y/N: *Projectile vomits on Alcina*

Cass: *Rolls her eyes* That’s it for me, gang. *Walks off and leaves Y/N and Alcina to their foolishness*

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How am I supposed to let you go?

Summary: You said no, even though he was the only person who ever got you.

A/N: Sort of kinda inspired by nobody gets me by sza.... anyways it’s been a while lol. I’m not making anymore promises I’ll post when I post. 

You weren’t allowed to feel jealous. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

You had broken up with him. You did it. But now, seeing him smile and laugh with someone else, it made you want to projectile vomit all over the place. 

Seeing him made you want to scream because you couldn’t even say hi, not with the way things ended. God… you wish you could just go back.

“Don’t do this Y/N…” Jack’s voice was cracking and his eyes were beginning to water.

You looked around the dimly lit room full of candles and roses and then back at Jack who was still on one knee. You were looking for an escape, the room felt too small and it was closing in by the second. You shook your head, “I can’t Jack… I-” 

“I love you Y/N, please.”

It was the last time you had seen him up until now. Months had passed and you were finally feeling like yourself again but you knew there would always be a missing piece.

“Just say hi.” Your manager softly whispered to you.

You shook your head, “He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you Y/N.” 

“No, he really does.” You turned to her frowning, “He hates me.”

“Then why is he walking up to us right now?”

Your eyes widen but you refuse to turn around, even as you hear his familiar voice speak up. You almost forgot what he sounded like after going so long without speaking to him. 

He says hi to your manager first and for a second you’re not sure if he’ll speak to you. You wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t. Not after what you did to him.

“Y/N.” You want to cry just hearing him say your name.

“I’ll be over by the bar if you need me Y/N,” Your manager says into your ear. “It was so nice seeing you again Jack.”

You take a deep breath before looking up at him. Even in your highest heels he was always still taller by a lot. “Hi.” Your voice comes out shaky, barley above a whisper. 

You can’t read Jack’s face at all. You used to be able to understand how he was feeling within seconds of seeing him or hearing his voice but there’s nothing.

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” He shakes his head, “Fuck of course you’d be here… Congratulations by the way.” 

“Same to you.” You don’t realize how hard you’re biting at the inside of your cheek until you taste a bit of blood. You finally make eye contact, “Knew the album would get nominated for a Grammy.”

“I didn’t even know you were working on an album.” Jack sounds sad, almost confused.

You shrug, “I wasn’t… Not until–“

“Jack, baby,  Neelam is asking for you.” A girl who you recognize from lurking on Jack's page suddenly appears. 

The frown he wore with you is now a smile as she speaks.

He nods, “Alright baby just give me a second.” He doesn’t let the girl overthink anything because before you can even comprehend it he’s kissing her in front of you, while telling her he loves her. 

You believe it. You believe that he loves her because you know what love looks like on Jack.

She just nods and gives you a small smile. Her face holds no jealousy or uncertainty, she trusts Jack. 

“She’s pretty,” You smile weakly. “You seem happy.”

“I am.” Jack hesitates on his next words but chooses to say them anyways, “It was hard for us at first. I was in a weird place and I didn’t think I was ready to even start seeing anyone and she understood that, she was okay with just being my friend.”

You nod, trying your best to hold back the tears.

“It’s easy with her Y/N…” Jack looks at you, “She doesn’t make me second guess everything.”

“I’m sorry Jack.”

“Don’t Y/N. Please just don’t.” Jack shakes his head, “It was nice seeing you, really. But I don’t think I can ever actually see you again.”

“Okay.” 

Jack doesn’t say goodbye as he walks away and if you were anywhere but the crowded industry event you think you might have cried then and there. You don’t though, because you said no. You don’t cry because at the end of the day your insecurities and your overthinking would have never ever let you be happy with Jack.

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Note: my friends will find out and they will most likely hate me. For some reason, I don’t blame them.

“Is it a prank? It has to be a prank. Am I on national television? Where are the hidden cameras? How do I look?”

“It’s not a prank. There are no cameras.” You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder and stepped to the side to avoid being ran over by an electric scooter. “But now that you mention it, you look great—especially for this hour.”

Nichole didn’t blush, but it was a close thing. “Last night I did one of those masks that you and Craig got me for my birthday. That one that looks like a panda? I also got a new sunscreen that’s supposed to give you a bit if a glow. And I put on mascara,” she added under her breath.

You could ask her why she’d gone the extra mile to look fabulous on a run-of-the-mill Tuesday morning but you already knew: obviously Tolkien would be here today therefore she would be seeing him.

You hid a smile. As weird as the idea of your best friend dating your ex sounded, you were glad that she allowed herself to consider Tolkien romantically. Mostly, it was nice to know the indignity you’d put yourself through with Donovan on The Night was paying off. That, all together, with Pete’s very promising potential business offer had you thinking things might be finally looking up.

“Okay.” Nichole chewed on her lower lip, deep in concentration. “So it’s not a prank. Which means that there must be another explanation. Let me find it.”

“There is no other explanation to be found. We just—”

“Oh my God. Are you trying to get citizenship? Are they deporting you back to Canada because we’ve been sharing Kyle’s Netflix password? Tell them we didn’t know it was a federal crime. No wait, don’t tell them anything, we’ll get you a lawyer. And, Y/N I will marry you. I’ll get you a green card and you won’t have to—”

“Nichole.” You squeezed your friends had tighter to get her to shut up for a second. “I promise you, I’m not getting deported. I just went on a single date with Donovan.”

Nichole scrunched up her face and dragged you to a bench. She forced you to sit down. You complied, telling yourself that had the roles been reversed you would have absolutely had the same reaction. Hell, if you had caught Nichole kissing Donovan you would have enlisted her for full-blown psychiatric help.

“Listen,” Nichole started, “do you remember last spring, after the album release party, when I held your hair back while your projectile vomited the five pounds worth of spoiled meat?”

“Yeah. I do.” You cocked you head, pensive. “You ate more then me and never got sick.”

“Because I’m made of sterner stuff, but never mind that. The point is; I am here for you, always will be. No matter what. No matter how many pounds of spoiled meat you projectile vomit, you can trust me. We’re a team, you and I. And Craig when he’s not pissing off the population. So if Donovan is secretly a extraterrestrial life-form planning on taking over the Earth that will ultimately result in humanity being enslaved by evil overlords who look like cicadas, and the only way to stop him is dating him, you can tell me and I’ll inform NASA—”

“For god sakes.” —you had to laugh—“it was just a date!”

Nichole looked pained. “I just don’t understand.”

Because it doesn’t make sense. “I know, but there’s nothing to understand. It’s just…We went on a date.”

“But…why? N/N, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and have excellent taste in clothes, why would you go out with Clyde Donovan?”

You scrunched your nose. “Because he is…” It cost you, to say the word. Oh it cost you. But you had to. “Nice.”

“Nice?” Her eyebrows shot so high they almost got lost in her hairline.

She does look extra cute today, you reflected. Pleased.

“Clyde “Dick” Donovan?”

“Well yeah. He is…” you looked around, as if help could come from the bushes or the people rushing by on their ways to work. When it didn’t seem forthcoming you finished, lamely. “He’s a nice asshole I guess.”

Nichole’s expression went straight up disbelieving. “Okay so you went from dating someone as cool as Tolkien to going out with Clyde Donovan.”

Prefect. This was exactly the opening you had wanted “I did. And happily, because I never cared that much about Tolkien.” Finally, some truth in this conversation. “It wasn’t that hard to move on. Honestly. Which is why—please, Nichole, put that boy out of his misery. He deserves it, and above all, you deserve it. I bet he’s here today, or we’ll I know he is.” You gestured to the building. “You should ask him to accompany you to coffee when he’s done with the other business meeting and to horror movie festivals so I don’t have to sleep with the lights on for the next six months.”

This time, Nichole was flustered. She looked down at her hands, picked at her fingernails and then she began to fiddle with the hem of her shorts before saying, “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean, if you really think that—”

The sound of an alarm went off from Nichole’s pocket, and she straightened to pull out her phone. “Shit. I’ve got a “meeting” with Stan.” she rolled her eyes. “To discuss vocals for some of the songs.” She stood up picking up her bag. “Want to get together for lunch?”

“Can’t. Already promised Kyle we’d go grocery shopping.” You smiled. “Maybe Tolkien’s free, though.”

She rolled her yes. But the corners of her mouth were curling up. It made you much more than a little happy. So happy that you didn’t even flip her off when she asked “Is he blackmailing you?”

“Huh?”

“Donovan. Is he blackmailing you? Did he find out that your an aberration and pee in the shower?”

“First of all, it’s time efficient.” You glared at her. “Second, I find it oddly flattering that you think Donovan would go to these ridiculous lengths to get me to date him.”

“Anyone would, N/N. Because your awesome.” Nichole’s grimaced before adding, “Except when you’re peeing in the shower.”

Tolkien was acting weird. Which didn’t mean much, since Tolkien had always been abit awkward. Having recently split from you to date your best friend was not going to make him any less so—but today he seemed even weirder than usual. He came into the coffee shop next door to the record company, a few hours after your conversation with Nichole. And proceeded to stare at you for two good minutes. Then three. Then five. It was more attention then he’d ever payed you—yes, including your dates.

When it got borderline ridiculous, you lifted your eyes from your laptop and waved at him. Tolkien flustered, grabbed his latte from the counter and found a table for himself. You went back to rereading your two line email for the seventieth time.

Not twenty minutes later, Tweek walked in and took a seat next to Tolkien. They immediately started whispering to each other and pointing at you. Any other day you would have been concerned and a little upset, but Pete Thelman had already answered your email, which took priority over…anything, really.

Yes! You had several days to convince him to take on your project, which was much better than the ten minutes you had originally anticipated. You fist-pumped—which lead to Tolkien and Tweek staring at you more weirdly. What was up with them, anyway? If Tolkien knew what you were doing he certainly wouldn’t be giving you that look, besides there shouldn’t be any bad blood between you and him. Did you have toothpaste of your face? Who cared? You were going to meet Pete Thelman and convince him to let the band do work with for the charity. You were going to help cancer research.

You were in an excellent mood until two hours later. When you entered the apartment and Kyle was sat on the couch. Upon hearing your entering, he paused the show he was watching and looked at you.

“You sneaky little monster.” He hissed his green eyes were almost comically narrow. “I’ve been texting you all day.”

“Oh.” You patted the pocket of your jeans then your front pocket. “I think I might of left it here today.”

“I cannot believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“I cannot believe you.”

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

“I thought we were friends.”

“We are.”

“Good friends.”

“We are. You, Nichole, and Craig are my best friends. What—”

“Clearly not if the had to hear it all from Tweek, who heard it from Bebe, who heard it from Tolkien, who heard it from Nichole—”

“Hear what?”

“—who heard it from I don’t even know who. And I thought we were friends.”

Something icy crawled it’s way up your back. Could it be…No. no, it couldn’t be. “Hear what?”

“I’m done. I’m letting the cockroach’s eat you. And I’m changing the Netflix password.”

Oh no. “Kyle, hear what?”

“That your dating Clyde Donovan.”

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[contentconsumer]

Hi! Can I request number 28 with Steve buuuuut maybe reader saying it? If not totally fine, thank you!!!!!

heya, here it is! i wrote this in about 30 mins so i do apologise if it's lacking detail or proper scene setting but i just thought it was cute.

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the house was positively shaking as the bass of the music flowed through it. the shaking mixed with the heat from other peoples bodies began to make you feel nauseous, definitely nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol you had drank hours earlier. you were standing with a friend, around the edge of the living room as the wave of sickness came over you, immediately pressing your body back to a standing position to see if that would help, when it didn’t you mumbled a small, “i’m gonna throw up” before fleeing to the upstairs bathroom. once in there with the door locked you produced your stomach’s contents into the toilet bowl. after sitting against the cool tiles you began to feel a lot better. it then dawned on you that you had just projectile vomited into a toilet belonging to a boy you shared a math class with, in your drunken state you couldn’t even remember his name. figures. it was at this realisation you decided you didn’t really want to be at the party anymore, the friends you came with had all wandered off with others and you began to miss your boyfriend steve. you begged him to come to this party tonight but he firmly rejected your offer, opting to instead hang out with robin at his. for the first time in the night you kind of wished you had chosen the same option. despite this, you decided to make the best out of your night, forcing your wobbling legs down the stairs and back to your friend who was waiting for you, holding two red solo cups. 

she waves them in your face before asking, “feeling any better?” “you wouldn’t believe how sometimes a good puke is'' you laugh, “perfect, now lets dance common” your friend pulls you by the wrist into the makeshift dance floor, while you throw out some apologise to the people she’s swinging in to. once situated in the middle of the floor, you began to dance. 

before you knew it, an hour had past as your friend was talking about going back to some boys place, it was at this moment you concluded was the right time to phone steve to pick you up. moving through the house, with a new found excitement, you reach for the landline - dialling the number you had memorised for times like this. “hello?” steve’s voice rings through your ear, silencing any background noise, “heyyyyy steve” “y/n?” he questions, confusion evident in his tone, “everything okay?” the confusion quickly shifts to concern, “yeah all good here but i was wondering if maybe just maybe you could come pick me up? i’m drunk” your words accidentally slur slightly, “i thought y/f/n was dropping you home?” you can hear him start to move around, getting his wallet and keys, “she’s running off with some stranger in approximately 15 minutes so i thought it would be best if i found my own way back” you start to wrap the telephone cord around your finger, “sure no worries, i’ll be there in 10. but y/n?” “yeah?” you hum, “whats the address again?” shit. “one second,” you trail off, eyes desperately looking for your friend, once they land on her you beckon her over, “what?” “where the fuck are we?” “1123 sickamore street, tim’s house” tim. ohh- that’s his name. “did you catch that?” you bring the phone back to your ear, all you can hear is steve’s deep chuckle from the receiver, “yeah i got it. i’ll be there soon” 

you’re waiting outside by the time steve’s car pulls up, the cold slightly nipping at your cheeks as you slide into the passenger seat, a lazy smile across your face, “drunk huh?” steve teases, “shut up and take me home harrington” you place kiss on his cheek, “no way y/n” steve laughs, “no way what?” you pout, “no way am i dropping you home, obviously drunk-” “i’m not obviously drunk” “you almost fell twice walking from the curb to my car. anyway as i was saying, no way am i dropping you home to your dad who doesn’t really like me when you’re meant to be staying at a friends house and your drunk.”but-” “no buts” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, “you can stay at mine and i’ll drop you home tomorrow. sober.” “but what about your movie night with robin?” “babe it’s 2am, movie night ended 3 hours ago when i dropped her home. look we’re almost here now anyway” you take note of how close you are too steve house before you feels your eyelids start to droop.

steve sighs as the sight of your sleeping figure, after parking his car he goes round to your side and reaches across you to unbuckle your seatbelt, taking you in his arms bridal style he mentally curses his parents for putting his bedroom up so many flights of stairs. upon reaching his room, he quickly gets you changed into your favourite shirt of his and tucks you into bed. he laughs to himself at the fact you didn’t even stir once. he shakes his head before going to lock the front door. once he returns, he slides in next to you and even in your sleep you stretch your arm across his torso, pulling your body into his. his fingers thread through your hair as he looks at you with admiration and mentally makes a promise to himself to remind you of this in the morning. but right now, he feels himself relax in his favourite place - by your side. he may of told you he wasn’t dropping you home due to your insobriety but part of it was actually because he loves laying here, with you tucked into him and his arms protectively around you.

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Nightmare in Miami

Lando (mainly) x reader

Warnings: violence and assault, domestic abuse, alcohol and mentions of sex.

Note: in no way domestic abuse it’s the fault of the victim, they will never be the ones responsible. Haven’t proof read and the spacing sis a bit odd because of the app 🙄, will return to fix that later.

It had been a while since you’ve seen your childhood friends, well they were actually your brother’s friends but they had always welcomed you as another one of the pack when you went to see them karting, and now that they’d come to the east coast of the us, so close to your new home you had to go see them.

You packed your stuff and got yourself and your boyfriend Scott to Miami for the F1 Grand Prix.

As you were settling in your hotel room a knock on the door interrupted your unpacking.

“Hey sis” Max entered the room hugging you tight ”Hi mate” he bumped fists with your boyfriend, it was the second or third time they’ve met and it was easy to see Max wasn’t a big fan of his, you rolled your eyes at his lame jealous brother reaction towards Scott.

”so, are you ready for the weekend? Everyone’s super excited to see you again”

“I’m excited too, I’ve missed this so much.”

“Great! So this afternoon I have a couple of interviews and then I’ll pick you up so we can have a proper brother and sister dinner” he made sure to emphasize the fact that it was going to be just the two of you. You rolled your eyes again and hugged him goodbye.

You spend the rest of the afternoon walking around the hotel with Scott, until Max came to pick you up and took you to a fancy restaurant close to the marina.

“How are you?” He asked paying close attention to every single micro reaction in your face.

“I’m good” you said, a bit confused by his question, you had been talking for almost 2 hours and he was asking this?

“I mean, are you happy?” He said in a serious tone.

“Yes, I am, why are you asking?” This was all too weird.

“I know sometimes I come across too protective…”

“¡No shit!” You said in a mocking tone, a soft breathy laugh left your brother.

“I know” he rolled his eyes “and I know I haven’t been the most welcoming to Scott, but there’s something about that guy… I don’t know, I don’t like him”

“That’s good, ‘cause we would have a problem fighting over the same man” you joked, still unaware of how concerned Max was about you and your relationship.

“I’m serious y/n, I don’t want you to get hurt… again”

“That won’t happen, ok?” You were serious now, you had been trying to keep Lando’s name out of your mouth and your mind, it had been a troublesome relationship, for a second, flashes of tears, screams and a terrifying fist fight between Max and Lando crossed your mind, both of you were too young and intense for your own good.

“We are not the same kids anymore, I know what I’m doing. And on that topic, I know you and Lando have a good relationship now” you were impressed of how easy and casual his name left your mouth, you had been so nervous about seeing him again but you had to play it cool especially in front of Scott, he knew about your story with him after your best friend drunkenly told him about it and how amazing and intense it had been, so it was fair to say he wasn’t thrilled to see you and your ex reunited.

“Please, don’t let me being here ruin that, if it helps, he called to apologize once”

“What?”

“Yes, he probably had 2-3 beers, he was drunk af and called me to apologize for being such an ass, he’s a good guy, we were too young to know what we were doing”

“Ok, just returning to Scott, be careful, ok?”

“I will” he caressed your hand and asked for the check.

______ S A T U R D A Y——

Terrible, was an understatement of how the previous night had been. Projectile vomiting and toilet visits every couple of minutes had you all dizzy and weak.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Scott asked for the hundredth time.

“I’m good, it’s just a case of sensitive stomach, I will be fine, you go with Max and enjoy the day, two paddock passes shouldn’t be wasted just because my body can’t handle seafood”

“Ok, call me if you need anything”

Scott left with Max and you followed the practice and the quiali through your tv, while receiving calls from both your boyfriend and you brother every once in a while. By the end of the day you were feeling much better and you were able to make it to dinner with both of them, checo and his wife, Gerry and Christian.

———- S U N D A Y ————

“Y/n!!!” A súper smiley Daniel Ricc lifted you and spun you around “oh my god! It’s been so long, how are you?”

“I’m god Dan, it’s so nice to see you” it was indeed, of all the teammates your brother have had he was by far your favorite, even when they had their problems Dan had always been so nice to you and your brother.

After a short minute of catching up with Dan you continued your way to the Red Bull hospitality, you were almost there when your eyes caught a frame you knew very well, not only because the memories of your nails scratching his shoulders were imprinted in your mind, but because he had been your biggest love, you always claimed it was your teenage hormones who made you think you’ll love him forever but deep down you knew Lando would always have a special place in your heart.

“You ok?” Scott turned to look at you when you slowed down your pace almost to a stop.

“Yes, I just got something in my shoe” you took it off and shook it a bit looking discreetly through your lashes. As soon as the curly haired guy was out of sight you got your shoe back on and continued your walk to the Red Bull garage.

The race was going great, you brother had the win in his pocket, it was all going smoothly when suddenly a McLaren collided with an alpha Tauri and ended crashing against the wall, your heart stopped for a second and you felt your stomach fall to your feet.

“Norris has crashed against the wall, that’s a yellow flag” you heard the engineer through your headphones, you felt the urge to run out the garage to make sure Lando was ok, but you could only look at the screen in front of you waiting for an update.

He exited his car and you paid extra attention to his walk back to the garage trying to figure out if he was ok, he didn’t take his helmet off which meant he was mad but physically he seemed fine.

After that incident the race ran smoothly, your brother was celebrating at the top of the podium and you couldn’t be happier to be there to see him.

After the race you went to the hotel to change your clothes to go to the nightclub where the drivers were going to party after the race. You got a little dark blue dress on, some high heels and your hair up in a messy ponytail.

“You look good” Scott said in a tone that confused you a bit, it was a compliment but at the same time it sounded bitter and dry.

“Thanks” you decided not to pay attention to the comment and made your way to the nightclub.

You entered the club at the opposite side of the entrance you could see your party, Charles, Dani, Yuki, Max, Pierre and Lando,

You approached the table and as soon as Dani saw you he hugged you hard again, just like he had done at the paddock, you said your hellos to the rest of the drivers, even Lando seemed happy to see you there and you felt relieved to see he was ok, there was some tension between him and Pierre but the party seemed to be going very well.

You had a couple of tequila shots to celebrate your brother’s win, even when you knew it was a dangerous decision since you just had been eating tiny portions trying not to upset your stomach again, but it was too late, your face was warm and you felt a rush run through your body.

You were having a great time chatting with all the drivers but your boyfriend didn’t seem too happy, he was serious, taking sips from his beer every once in a while, Yuki being the nice guy he was tried to talk to him but Scott wasn’t having it, you could see in his face all the attention you were receiving from your brother’s friends was bothering him, specially when it was Lando who was talking to you. You didn’t want to ruin your brother's celebration so you decided to stop the interactions with the drivers and turned to dance with Scott.

While you were dancing with your boyfriend you saw Lando’s jaw tense as Scott’s hands ran through your body, even noticed when he slammed his glass a bit too hard on the table when your boyfriend pulled you from your ass to kiss your lips. His reactions making you feel something weird inside, you were pleased to see you weren’t the only one still invested in the relationship even when it had been years since it had ended.

A couple of songs later a familiar tune came from the speakers, you broke your dance with Scott and turned around looking for Lando, everyone cheered at the table and started singing to Friday from the Riton.

Lando knew this was his opportunity and held you by the waist while you both jumped to the beat of the song, in one of those jumps you stepped over an ice cube that had fallen from the table and slipped, Lando caught you just in time before you completely lost your balance and he pulled you up holding you tight against his chest, for a second it was only you and him, both your chests moving against each other, your face so close to his you could feel his warm breath brush against your skin.

“Are you ok” Scott’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Yes, I’m good” you said, stepping away from Lando who for a second refused to let you go.

“Are you sure, it’s your foot ok?” Lando asked without letting you go completely.

“Yes, thanks” you turned to look at him, you stared into his eyes a second to long and everyone noticed, even Scott who was standing behind you.

“Maybe it’s time we go back to the hotel” Scott took your hand a bit too strong.

“I’m ok” you said, turning to look at him.

“I really think we should go, you were very sick yesterday and I think you should rest before our flight tomorrow” his tone was a bit harsh and some of the guys around the table turned to look at you. you knew if you wanted to avoid an even more uncomfortable situation you had to leave with him now.

“You’re right, babe, let’s go” you turned to look at your brother “congratulations Maxi, I’m so proud for you” you hugged him and he held you close

“Is everything ok?” His tone was so serious you tensed just by imagining what could happen if he knew you were leaving just because your boyfriend was jealous.

“Yes, everything's fine” You said your goodbyes to the drivers trying to ignore the fact that your boyfriend just held his hand up as a goodbye to everyone and walked towards the door with you following close behind him.

You hopped on your Uber without saying a word to each other but you knew he was pissed.

“Everything ok?” You risked it and finally asked

“Not here” he just said without looking at you and you kept quiet the rest of the ride.

As soon as you entered your room the slamming of the door made you jump and made you turn to look at your boyfriend who seemed more than pised.

———-

Back at the club everyone felt uneasy about the situation, Lando had a terrible feeling inside him that something was wrong and he couldn’t shake it away.

“Mate, you need to calm down” Charles said after Lando almost dropped his glass for the third time in just a couple of minutes.

“You don’t feel like we shouldn’t have allowed y/n leave with that guy?”

“Not gonna lie, I didn’t like the way he talked to her but we don’t know him and maybe that’s his usual tone”

“I don’t know, I feel like we should check up on her or something”

“Well you could text her, just to make sure everything’s all right”

“You’re right” he took his phone and texted you.

“Hi y/n, I don’t want to disturb but I just wanted to make sure you made it to the hotel alright and that you’re ok”

———————

“Wharts your problem?” you said when Scott threw his jacket hard against the closet.

“Seriously?” He was so mad his face was red and the veins from his neck and arms looked like they were about to burst. “You think it’s ok that I have to see you flirt with your brother’s friends all night? and not only that, I have to just stand there while you and your ex party like I don’t even exist?”

“Are you serious!? They’re my friends! There’s nothing romantic going on with them and that thing with Lando happened years ago!”

“Well, from the way you fucking reacted when you saw him at the circuit this morning and after the crash, it seemed like you still have feelings for him” he got so close to you you could feel the heat coming from his body, you felt scared but you trusted he wouldn’t do anything crazy.

“Scott, you’ve got to be kidding me! I spent most of the night with you, they tried to have a conversation and all you did was shut them out, like you always do. Oh and what happened with Lando was a freaking accident!”

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” He punched the wall behind your head which made you scream, you have had some issues with his jealousy before but never to this level, he had never been this aggressive. “The way he was looking at you and you were looking at him, you’ve never looked at me like that!”

You felt your smartwatch vibrate and the notification shined on the tiny screen

Maxi: “y/n you at the hotel yet? All good?”

“Is that your stupid speed racer?” Scott spat

“It’s Max” you took out your phone from your bag and saw another notification arriving, a text from Lando asking if you were ok, you tried to play it cool and answered as fast as you could.

“Yes, all good. Thanks!” You typed back to both

“Oh, go ahead, keep fucking texting with your lover like we’re not having a fucking conversation right now!” He yelled as he took a water bottle that was on the nightstand and threw it across the room causing it to break and spill all over the carpet and the window.

“You need to stop with all this nonsense!” You were a bit scared, you had never seen him this mad and out of his mind, you walked towards the door but he got between you and the only exit.

“How am I supposed to be ok with you being a whore with all your “friends”? You don’t think I know what they were thinking when you were dancing around with that tiny dress?”

“Don’t you dare to call me a whore ever again!” Now you were screaming.

Your watch lit up again which made him loose it even more.

“Go ahead! Answer your boyfriends text, he’s probably begging for you to go bend over for him or to suck him dry, he surely knows about all your tricks” you took a quick look at the notification

Norris: “Good, it was so nice to see you today, I hope to see you soon xx”

“It's Max!” You lied and deleted the notification from the watch.

“Then show me your phone, prove me wrong!” He walked towards you in a menacing way

“No! What the fuck’s wrong with you?!”

“Show me!” He threw himself at you and tried to take your phone. You turned to hide it from him without realizing you had accidentally dialed Lando from the whatsapp app.

——————

“It’s her” Lando’s eyes lit up when your name appeared on the screen “hi y/n…” his answer got interrupted with the sounds of you screaming and struggling with someone.”y/n are you ok?!” He screamed to his phone making the rest of the table turn to look at hi

“What happened?!” Max approached him, “Lando, what's happening?!” He tried to take the phone from him but the call ended right before he could put it to his ear.

“We need to go to the hotel” Lando took his jacket and the rest of the drivers followed him.

—————-

Scott had you restrained against the bathroom door, you still had your phone in your hand.

“Scott you’re hurting me, please stop!” You begged when his knee pressed hard between your legs to keep you steady against the door and his hand almost crushed your hand around the phone.

“Let go of the fucking phone” he yelled to your face.

“Please stop” you started to cry, this was too much, you had to give it to him or he was surely going to break one of your fingers.

You knew fighting him over a phone was stupid, he was bigger and stronger, and all the messages there were pretty innocent to your understanding, but the fact that he would mess with your privacy was something you were pissed about.

“Ok fine” you yelled as you threw the phone behind him, trying to get him away from you.

“See, how hard was that?” He finally let go of you and walked towards the phone. He unlocked it with no problem, now it hit you how stupid were you by allowing him to register his fingerprint on your phone, you believed him when he told you it was just easier that way, he could be able to play music in the car or to answer a text when you were driving, but now you knew it was just him trying to get easy access to your phone.

Even more tears fell from your eyes as you realized the sick and toxic relationship you were in, you always thought of yourself as a smart, strong, independent woman but now seeing the guy standing in front of you go trough your phone, the messy room and the fear running through your body you were disappointed in yourself, how the hell did you ended up in here?

“Oh look what we have here, the last message it’s from no other than Lando fucking Norris” he looked your way with a mad man’s smile on his face and turned to read the message outloud, you knew this was the last straw for him as he walked towards you still looking at the phone, in a quick move you got inside the bathroom and locked the door

“Open the door y/n!” Scott started pounding hard, this was completely out of a horror movie.

—————-

The drivers exited the taxi outside the hotel lobby, Charles stood behind to pay for the ride as the rest of the drivers ran inside the hotel.

“Call the police” Max screamed to the shocked guy behind the lobby’s desk.

“Which room is she in?” Lando asked Max when they got to the elevators.

“437”

“Fuck it, this is taking too long” said Lando impatiently and ran towards the stairs followed by the drivers, he had never been the fitest or fastest but the anger made him get to the fourth floor in no time.

Turning right they followed the numbered signs, they were a couple of doors away when they heard the hard pounding and the loud screams,

Just the thought of you being inside there with Scott shouting his lungs out made Lando see red, he got to the door and started pounding hard on it.

“Open the door!” He shouted “open the fucking door” he kept on pounding.

“Fuck off!” Was all he got as an answer.

Max got there a couple of seconds later and searched trough his wallet taking a couple of key cards, he shuffled them in front of the doorknob

“Hurry!” Lando was out of his mind, worried sick because he couldn’t hear you.

“I am!” Max screamed back, he was loosing it too “she’s my sister, remember?”

“Not the time” said Daniel as he pushed open the door when he saw the green light turn on.

The moment that door swung open it all got crazier, Charles knew that even now that Lando was enraged he had no chances against the crazy man pounding at the bathroom door, so he held him hard knowing the rest of the guys would go to your rescue.

“What the fuck Charles, let me go!” Lando fought him for a second until Charles saw that Scott was being tackled away from the door by Pierre and Max, so he let him go,

“Go get her, she’s in the bathroom” Charles said to Lando running towards Scott who was being baten hard by Max and Pierre,

Charles and Daniel tried to hold back the other drivers, they knew if the other two kept hitting Scott like they were currently doing this all was going to end up in tragedy.

Inside the bathroom you were hiding between the bathtub and the toilet, covering your ears while tears rolled down your cheeks, this was a nightmare, how the hell did you ended up in this situation.

Suddenly the pounding on the door stopped, have you gone deaf? All you could hear was your heartbeat as if your heart was inside your head and the quick pase of your breath. A gentler knock on the door made you jump and you started to hyperventilate again.

“Y/n, it’s me, are you ok?, please open the door” a different voice spoke from the other side of the door, was he fooling you? Was this a trick?

“Y/n, please answer, please tell me you’re ok” you tried to ease your breath so you could hear properly the voice coming from the door.

“We need someone or something to open the door! Charles, call the lobby, ask for a key or something!” Now that you recognized the voice you were breathing again, you dragged yourself to the door, your legs and arms felt heavy and you could barely move, finally you made it to the door and with the last of your strength you unlocked it, falling to the ground in exhaustion.

“Y/n, baby,” it took all of Lando’s will to open the door carefully he wanted to rush to you but he knew you were probably behind it, when he saw you lying on the floor his heart was crushed and he started crying, he felt so guilty he had let you go with that monster, he took you in his arms and held your head to look at him, you where still crying and as soon as you saw his face you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you. He kissed your head a couple of times.

Max rushed to you, kneeling next to Lando.

“Sis, the ambulance it’s coming” he stroked your hair

“I’m ok” you said between sobs.

“Let them check you, ok?” Max said soflty and that was the last thing you heard before fainting, you were so tired and when you felt safe your body finally gave in.

—————— 1 week later————

You were finally on your way home, your head in Lando’s shoulder and your fingers intertwined, he had refused to leave your side ever since he held your body in that bathroom floor, only when your parents arrived from Mónaco and requested to talk to you he agreed to leave the room, but the rest of the time you had to spend in the US making declarations to the police, he stood by your side.

It was during these interrogations that you knew what happened after you lost consciousness.

The ambulance and the police arrived to the hotel and rushed to your room, the paramedics checked you first, you just had a couple of sprained fingers, a bruised rib and a mild lesion in your shoulder, then they checked on Scott who thanks to Dani and Charles was still alive, he got arrested and got rushed to the hospital.

All the drivers got called to declare and it became a big thing on the news, but at the end they let them go and Scott got charged with assault.

“How are you, baby?” Lando spoke soflty and kissed your forehead.

“Good, I just want to get home and forget this all happened” you looked at him and kissed him on the lips soflty.

“You guys need to stop doing that in front of me, and Norris, we’re talking when we get to Monaco” Max stood up and walked to the bathroom, he wasn’t thrilled about this situation reuniting you and Lando, but now he had seen how much Lando loved you and he was willing to give this another chance.

[tinyinvadr]

I’m back with another chapter! These two are still figuring things out, but maybe they’ll find a way to be friends soon.

Ch. 1 Ch. 3

Robyn and Jack

Chapter 2

I sat and stared at the massive computer screen in front of me, watching as words appeared on the document. What any of it meant, I couldn’t tell you.

“You know, you don’t have to sit and watch me do homework.” Jack stated. “The TV’s right over there.”

I walked to the edge of the desk and looked over at the TV. While it was only a few steps away by his standards, for me, it would take forever to get there.

“Oh yeah? And, uh… how do you expect me to reach it?”

“Right, right, sorry… Not used to… this…”

Jack got up from his computer chair and picked me up again, then set me down on the coffee table in front of the TV. He then grabbed the remote and turned on one of the kids’ channels. It wasn’t anything I recognized, but it was kind of cool to see cartoons from a different dimension.

“Heh, it’s like a movie theater! All that’s missing is the popcorn!”

“Oh, sure, wait one sec.”

Before I knew it, Jack left the room, and after a minute, I could hear the sound of a microwave humming and the popping of corn.

He came back with a big, hot, paper bag filled with popcorn, and he laid it on the table so I could reach inside.

I immediately grabbed a piece of popcorn the size of a basketball and took a bite out of it. It was so hot it was burning my mouth, but I didn’t care.

It didn’t take long for me to get invested in the show I was watching. My eyes were glued to the screen as I munched away on the popcorn. My teacher would probably projectile vomit if she saw me stuffing my face with junk food and staring away at a massive screen all day, and the thought of that was just hilarious.

During the commercial break, I glanced over at Jack at his desk, still typing away. He looked so bored. I almost wanted to invite him to watch with me, but I figured he wouldn’t go for it. Adults never wanna do anything fun, even if they clearly hate having to work all the time.

Only a half hour later, he got up from his desk and sat on the couch behind me.

“Oh. You’re done already?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Uh… Yeah…” He replied, sounding almost unsure. “Just thought I’d help you finish the popcorn, since there’s a lot.” Bold of him to assume I wouldn’t eat all of it.

We both just sat there in awkward silence. I already have a hard time talking to people, so attempting to make conversation with someone big enough to hold me in one hand wasn’t exactly easy for me. But at least it seemed like he was in a similar situation.

“So… do humans end up here a lot?” I asked.

“Nope, I’m pretty sure this is the first time this has happened. The higher-ups have taken pretty serious measures to keep this place closed off from your world. My guess is there was some sort of breach.”

“Why are you closed off from the human world?”

Jack let out a soft sigh. “It’s complicated. I don’t really wanna get into it right now. Besides, it’s not important in regards to getting you back home, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

Before I could even think to ask any more questions, he pulled his phone out, as if trying to hide behind it. At that point, I turned my attention back to the TV, not wanting to bother him anymore.

“Oh, shoot, I’ve gotta go to work. You’ll be okay here for a couple hours, right?” He asked.

I’d never been left home alone before, let alone in a giant house, but I figured it wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t like I could easily get off the coffee table, so I’d just be sitting in front of the TV the whole time. Of course, the temptation to explore would still be there, but I really wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, so the chances of me getting into trouble somehow were slim.

“Yeah, I should be fine.”

“Cool. I’ll be back around 9, so I’ll see ya then, I guess.”

Not much happened during the first hour after he left. At one point I moved over the the edge of the table so I could kick my legs. Probably not the smartest thing to do, since I could’ve fallen, but I didn’t, so it was fine!

That is, until I heard a thud come from another room. Jack didn’t mention having roommates, so I wasn’t sure what could be making that noise, unless…

Before I knew it, a huge, unbelievably fluffy cat jumped up on the coffee table, and I almost fell over the edge.

Under normal circumstances, I love cats. If it were just a regular-sized cat, I would have been all over it. But as cute as they are, cats are predatory animals. One wrong move and I’d be done for.

I slowly tried to distance myself as far as possible, but the cat crept closer, lowering its head to the table and sniffing me with its wet pink nose.

“Heh… you’re adorable, but please stay away from me…” I mumbled, standing dead still as I was unable to back up any further.

The cat suddenly swiped its paw, pulling me closer to its chest, and I was slammed into a wall of white fluff.

I could feel the vibrations of the cat’s purring rumble through my entire body. There was no use running away, so I started petting its chest. Strangely, the longer I did it, the less weird it felt.

“See? This is normal. You’re just a cat. A really, really big cat. Everything’s fine.”

Then it curled up into a sleeping position, holding me down with its paws, and snuggling me almost like a teddy bear.

I’ll admit, I still wasn’t super comfortable with this, but it wasn’t like I was able to move, anyway. This cat had claimed me, and it wasn’t attacking, so I was probably fine. And I was also pretty tired, so I accepted the enforced nap. Still wish Jack told me before leaving me here alone, though…

Speaking of Jack, I was only half asleep when he came home. I heard him shut the door behind him and let out a yawn.

“Hey Robyn, I’m home. Robyn?”

He paused for a second, then chuckled and walked towards the table.

“Oh, Cookie, looks like you found another kitten to take in. I’m gonna need you to move, though. I don’t think they’re very comfortable sleeping on the table.”

I felt the paws that were holding me down move, and soon I was no longer surrounded by cat. I forced my eyes open to see Jack in front of me, the huge fluffy creature cradled in his arms.

Even though he wasn’t gone for that long, I’d already forgotten how big he was. I had to tilt my neck all the way back just to see his face. I think it really made all the difference that he was standing, and he wasn’t holding me, so his size was harder to ignore.

“I see you met Cookie. Sorry, probably should’ve mentioned I have a cat, but she’s harmless. She had kittens a couple years ago, but her maternal instincts never really went away, so she sees you as one of her babies.”

“Yeah, that probably would’ve been good to know. That way I could’ve avoided the whole ‘panicking because I thought she was gonna eat me’ thing.”

He put Cookie down, and she gave a little grunty “meow” and walked off. Then he got down on his knees, resting his arm on the coffee table.

“Look, I’m sorry, it totally slipped my mind. I’m just not used to having a tiny person in my apartment.”

“Hey! I’m not tiny, everything here is just way too big!”

He laughed again. “Okay, okay, just please spare me. I don’t think I can survive another hit of your sass. Man, I bet nobody ever messes with you back at home, huh?”

Actually, I’m probably the least intimidating person ever. I only wish I was tougher than I actually am. But Jack didn’t need to know that.

“Oh yeah, totally. All I’ve gotta do is look at someone and they run screaming.” I lied.

“Heh, that’s good. I wish I could do that. Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble in the past.”

“I bet people would be scared of you in my world.”

Ooh, now there was an interesting thought. Having this big guy as my bodyguard. Then no one would bother me again.

“Say, this is completely unrelated, but how’d you like to visit the human world sometime?”

Jack frowned. “I’m sorry, but I really shouldn’t. We’re not supposed to be in each others’ worlds. It’s at least easy for me to hide you here, but if I went with you… Look, I’m doing what I can to help you out ‘cause you’re just a kid, but we shouldn’t even be friends. It’s way too risky, and I don’t want either of us getting hurt.”

Great. I escaped school, discovered a cool modern fantasy world, and I’m not even welcome in it. Just my luck.

“Anyway, it’s getting late. You should probably sleep in a proper bed, since we’re gonna have a busy day tomorrow.”

Despite being somewhat annoyed at him for not wanting me around, I was still pretty tired, so I climbed onto his hand and let him bring me into his bedroom.

He set me down on the nightstand next to his bed, and to my surprise, he placed a bed more suited to my size next to me. It was still a little big, but it was good enough.

“Where’d you get this?” I asked.

“I work at the craft store, and I found it during my shift today.”

“But… why’d you buy me a bed if I’m only staying here one night?”

“C’mon, kid, I’m not a monster, of course I got you a bed. Besides, it wasn’t super expensive, and I’m sure I can find another use for it.”

I climbed into the bed. I think it was supposed to be for a small baby doll. The frame was made of wood, and it came with a plush mattress, a pillow, and a blanket. It was actually pretty comfortable.

Jack turned out the lights, and slumped over into his own bed, making the dresser shake for a second.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, burying his face into his pillow. “G’night.”

I sighed, turning away from him. “Night.”

[yamagucji]

Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.

[kthynes]

baby me

pairing: chris evans x female reader

request: Can you pls write something about Chris sick with some kind of stomach bug and fever and doesn’t want the reader to help him because he’s embarrassed but then he throw up and almost faint so the reader comes to the rescue and help him, and then cuddles? Thank you!!❤️ - anon

warnings: none, this is pretty pg

a/n: I wrote this one shot a little differently, it’s way less wordy and descriptive (imo). I’m trying to be more ‘to the point’ with my writing ahh we shall see how it goes. Otherwise please enjoy this little gem, thanks for the request, anon!

“What do you mean you can’t have it done? Oh, c’mon Tony that’s not what I— Alright okay, you know what, sure, whatever, do that then.”

You’re annoyed. You’re frustrated. You rummage through your oversized purse for the house keys that Chris has graciously lent you yet you somehow manage to misplace in the silk sheath of lining, receipts and a whole slew of miscellany.

Your one track life becomes an undisputed conundrum of work which never fails to follow you home even on a somewhat good day. Tony, the wrought-up site manager, says something the minute you tune out which allows to spiral right back in. Sometimes you bark. And sometimes you bite.

“Right but the unit division budget doesn’t have anything going forward in respect to that notion! You know this!” You boisterously tell your colleague after jiggling the door open and tossing the keys on top of the nearby console. The house is quiet, and your voice is the loudest carrying tremor that pulls Chris out of his lulling state. “No, no you are not fucking negotiating with Kingsley alright. That isn’t apart of the deal, Tone! Jesus.”

Your call consumes you just until you see your deadbeat partner sprawled up on the couch, sallow and sick. His dry lips are agape, breathing is staggered, little to no life is present in his form. His beautiful mutt looks to you from his side, tail slightly wagging and that is enough to have your heart torn out.

“Hey, hey Tony, can I call you back later? O-Oh sure, okay yeah that’s fine. Okay, alright buh-bye.” You frantically end the call, furrowing your brows as you take long, leaping strides towards Chris who is finally relieved to see you in all of your concerned beauty.

“Everything okay baby?” He croaks like a dying horse, eyes closing as his stomach lurches some more.

“You’re asking me? Goodness Chris, you look terrible.” You cradle the side of his balmy face while crouched in front of him. You are frightened with worry as he kisses the inside of your palm in return. The sweet action itself makes you wince as you scan his sunken and unpropitious features.

Chris is at his worst. You knew he was feeling a bit under the weather but didn't think once that it'd be this bad. He's severely impaled, sweating up a storm yet swathed in his favorite velour duvet. The TV is fuzzily broadcasting C-Span while Chris’s laptop is flipped open with a flood of emails that he wasn’t able to get around to. There’s a half eaten loaf bread and an open sleeve of crackers that doesn’t pass his appetite. While looking around, you casually pet Dodger with one free hand who also seems to be happy to see his momma around and readily waiting for you to do something.

“I don’t know what it is that I had last night at the launch party but it’s rocking my insides honey.” Chris groans after feeling another ripple go through his abdominal cavity.

“Aw baby you should’ve called me. I would’ve picked up some Pedialyte and left work early.” You reach over to turn off the TV and close the laptop.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

"Too late for that, hon." You fearfully laugh while getting back to him and running a hand through the top of his head down to the nape of his neck. "Now c'mon lets get you in bed first and then I can make you some light dinner."

"I'm fine." Chris hums, loving the way your hands felt against the shaft of his scalp. "You just came home from work, you're probably really tired — go shower and get changed. I'm good right here."

"Don't be stupid, Evans. I can do all that later, now up." After some reluctant attempts you manage to get Chris up who for the most part can stand on his own two feet. Dodger barks his cautionary welcome as you and Chris trudge across the threshold of the single storey home together. You both enter his unmade room and that’s when Chris freezes in mid-stride. He has an uneasy feeling wash over him and everything becomes a jolting sprint of madness.

"Oh no babe I think I might—“ Upchuck. Chunks of indistinguishable remnants of undigested food and bile all came down on your frame as you stood in the line of fire. It’s fleeting and there wasn’t much you could do as you wore his vomit, letting it weigh down the front of your seersucker blouse and skirt.

"Fuuuuck." He panics and you exhale shakily with your arms spread apart, studying the wet projectile painting that amasses your body.

"It's fine. It’s okay." You say while trying to remain sympathetic and undeterred by throwing up yourself because the smell was impalpable. You imprudently gag while guiding Chris back to the bed. "How about you lie down and I’ll just —Chris? Chris!"

Chris's eyes gradually roll back, his body swings forward the minute he sits on the edge of the mattress and with your fast reflexes you manage to catch him against you. He's practically deadweight, passed out and that scares you.

"Oh god Chris babe? Baby, hey, hey..." You shake him a little as his face is caught in the crook of your neck, body rigidly leaned up against yours. He moans a little, regaining consciousness in a matter of seconds and calming your increased heart-rate that still continues to thunder. He was truly going through the motions.

"You alright?" You breathe, placing a hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm so sorry, baby I...I..." He's a bit frazzled as you hush, pacify and hold him close to your form. He breathes you in as you strip off your soiled blouse and skirt. He’s hunched over when you start to peel off the black tee he has on that is smeared with vomit as well, leaving him bare chested in your embrace. You are crouching in front of him, his forehead against you shoulder while your hands were rubbing his back and soothing him. You could hear the low indigestible rumbles coming from his belly knowing how bad he’s been having it on both ends. “Oh I feel terrible Y/N.”

“I know. How about you get in the shower with me." You whisper in a non-sexual way as his body is burning up and the sour smell of regurgitation still lingered around your bodies. He softly nods and with some consuming seconds later, you walk him into the ensuite.

After you both wash up in the shower, you pass Chris some fresh clothes to change into while you travelled across the room in nothing but a towel for the past 10 minutes or so, making sure Chris was able to get himself sorted out first before you stepped away to get changed.

With dinner on your mind, you start thinking to yourself how you can't leave Chris alone in this state. You have an idea and that’s when you text Scott to bring up some dinner so that way you could spend some time holding Chris and making sure that he was okay.

Scott at 7:45 pm:

'On it baby cakes. Ma knows, she's making his favorite chicken noodle with lots of cayenne, ginger and all the good stuff. So you just stay put alright?’

You smile after reading the immediate response from Chris’s sweet brother. While you continue lathering yourself up in lotion you could hear Chris dozing off on the bed. You turn off the bathroom lights and leave to start up a load of laundry before sneaking back into bed with him. Chris stirs a bit before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“I promise I won’t throw up on you again.”

“Only if you don’t have to.” You whisper jokingly while pressing your lips against the underside of his chin. He hums at this with his eyes closed, his hands graze your exposed skin as he’s trying to hold you as inhumanely close to him as possible. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“Scott’s going to be dropping off food so don’t go to sleep yet.” You state, drifting in apprehensive thought. Soon Dodger whimpers into the room and you pat the spot next to you for him to jump on. Chris has always been weary of having Dodger on the bed but because of extenuating circumstances you felt like his presence was also needed as well.

“That’s fine. Thanks again for everything.” He shuffles over after he sees Dodger crawling up and wedging himself in between the both of you. “Mmm hi bubba.”

“Anything for you mio amore.” You say, rubbing his soft belly and soothing the ache to the best of your ability.

“You know, you’re going to be an amazing mother some day Y/N.” Chris muses.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.” Chris rebuts, drawing in a deep breath with his eyes closed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You say in return, spending the rest of the evening in his wake before the entire Evans clan shows up at the front door, each worried silly about their pride and joy, leaving Chris to be theirs and having you watch from afar while they enforced their own tender love and care.

[grappling-with-my-baki-addiction]

✨More Requested Headcanons✨

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This request was submitted before my rules post so I still included Baki even though he is in canon a minor, I aged him up to his mid twenties. Let me know if this is problematic for some people, I only want to spread the good vibes and good times with ya'll sweeties!

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Their reaction to their Fem!S/o becoming drunk; confesses their love for, and then trying to seduce them. Then changing their mind and only wanting to give kisses and snuggle while continuing to confess their love.

Kaoru Hanayama:

He would find it a mix of endearing as well as amusing. More so depending on if his s/o is more shy or outgoing.

The shyer they are, he will tease them while holding them.

More outgoing, he will admire their honesty and boldness to openly talk about their feelings.

He finds it cute that they are teary eyed and confessing their love for him.

When they try to seduce him, kissing his face, caressing his neck, chest, grinding into his lap, he gets serious and a bit hot under the collar.

Hands going up and down their body, lifting their shirt off, and playing with the clasp of their pants…

Until his s/o becomes teary eyed again and goes back to confessing their love and saying they want to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.

He’d chuckle at the turn of events, carrying his s/o to their shared bed and letting them have their cuddly way with him.

Hemming and haa-ing at his partners musings, stating his own feelings for them by holding them a little tighter, and just enjoying their presence.

“ There are no words elegant enough to describe my feelings for you “

Jack Hanma:

He’d 100% be laughing and enjoying their drunken shenanigans.

Since he's so freaking BeEfY, it takes a lot to get him drunk, so watching his s/o get smashed is always a verified good time.

Be ready to be teased relentlessly the morning after regardless of how bad the hangover is.

He knows they love him through their actions, so them taking the time to confess with their words only feeds his ego.

Though hearing them say it in public strokes his ego in the best way. Expect to be pinned to the nearest wall.

So when their confessions turn to incorrigible flirting, kisses, and steamy touches, he’s 1000% down for it.

He’d pick them up ASAP and move them somewhere more comfortable.

This isn’t the first time his s/o got this shit faced and he knows he has a time limit before they return to their lovesick coo-ing.

He’ll be trying to keep the mood going for as long as he can.

Unless his partner tells/shows him otherwise

We do not stand by boundary stompers in this house, no ma’am

When the mood eventually fizzles out, he’s fine to deal with his pent up vibes on his own time.

Being content with having his inebriated s/o ‘s coo-ing and the cuddles they offer.

Opting to Open a few beers for himself, resolved that he’s missed his window anyways.

if there is no sex tonight why not get shitfaced together?

“ No one drives me crazy like you do, never change. ”

Baki Hanma: (aged up to mid twenties)

Baki would be drunk with them.

Serenading each other with sappy love songs

hugging each other while repeatedly trying to one up each other in affection

“ I love you the most”

“No I love YOU the mostest”

“Well fuck you, I love you the morest”

He’s spent his life fighting and becoming stronger, so he hasn’t spent all that much time, if at all, around alcohol and building a tolerance to it.

Like give this man-child some bread please

So when his s/o tries to bring the sexy, it goes over his head.

He’s oblivious to their advances. All he knows is he needs to tell them he loves them more than they love him.

He’d touch their forehead with his, and just stare at them in a drunken haze,

“ Hey y/n, listen I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. Just stay with me so I can protect you”

Beware of projectile vomit inbound.

Yujiro Hanma:

The absolute EGO BOOST this man gets

If they were somewhere public he is grinning and laughing like the mad man he is.

He’d be running his hands up and down his s/o back, sides, legs. Just enjoying the feeling of his rough, calloused hands rubbing against their much softer skin.

He’s half listening to them after a while, mostly just enjoying his own buzz and feeling them up.

When he feels them grind against him, his full attention is back on them.

He’ll give them a choice to stop here, if they don’t then they should expect to not walk tomorrow.

“ If you know what's good for you dollface, you'll have some water and call it a night. Unless you want to be my chew toy that is. ”

Kaioh Retsu:

Retsu would be loving the cuddles, and general fawning from his s/o.

Although he is concerned about the amount of alcohol they’ve consumed, he can’t help but find the blush on their cheeks to be adorable and in general just admiring them

Welcome to cuddle town

He’s making sure they are hydrated, giving them snacks, and just doing his best to help minimize the hangover that will be coming in the morning.

When they eventually try to seduce him, he becomes rigid.

He feels like he would be taking advantage of them in this state, so he's going to be doing everything in his power to settle them down.

Though he can't hide the deep blush on his face, no matter how much he wants to.

He’d keep them close to his side, still wanting to take care of them

tracing patterns on their back, and telling them stories from his time at the temple, and his travels.

Eventually he’d lull his drunken s/o to sleep, staring at their relaxed expression and be so content and proud to have them as his own.

“ Let’s stay like this, just a little while longer ”

Katsumi Orochi:

He’d be pretty bashful, as he was out drinking with his s/o, Atsushi Suedo, Kiyosumi Katou, and his Shinshinkai comrades.

Having his s/o clinging to him as they confess their feelings makes him feel a sense of pride.

They choose him, out of all the fighters, the men and women around them, they choose to be with him.

Katou and Suedo would be teasing the hell out of the pair.

Now imagine the awkward silence when y/n becomes a little spicy

Katsumi is red in the face, fumbling his words, unable to form a syllable, let alone a full sentence.

Katou is dying from laughter, cracking jokes, and in general just being Katou.

And Suedo is hiding his face, that's his brother’s partner and he (Suedo) is a respectful gentleman after all!

Ignore the gap in his fingies.

Katsumi would eventually regain enough composure to scoop up his s/o in his arms and go for the door.

He’s determined that now is a good time to call it a night for the two of them.

Whether they were able to sober up a bit during the escape or not, Katsumi would insist on carrying them all the way to their shared home.

They just look so cute in his arms, he might explode at the cuteness.

“ Like hell I’ll ever let you go. Now or ever, you're stuck with me ”

[jungwonenthusiast]

Field Trip

A/N: I’ve been working on this pic for a while, I hope you guys like it :)

Pairing: Jake Sim x fem! reader

Word count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, high school au

Warning: mentions of virginity loss and porn, occasional swearing, nothing else I think

“How many shirts should I take?” Jake asks you through your phone. 

“Uhm, we’re there for three days so take four just incase.” you reply and you pack your suitcase as well. 

You two were preparing for your five day field trip to New York which was happening tomorrow. 

You packed your favorite jeans and hoodies and even a dress just in case. You can't help but romanticize the hell out of New York after being stuck in this small town all your life. 

“How many pairs of underwear should I take?” he asks again and you giggle. He’s like a kid sometimes.  “How many times do you think you’ll change your underwear?” you say while sitting on your suitcase to get it to zip closed.

“Probably three but I’ll take four just in case.”

“What a quick learner.” you say and you hear him scoff. 

Jake has been your best friend since elementary school when you scraped your knee during tag and he took you to the nurse’s office. He’s been a sweetie since day one. 

“I doubt I’m gonna get any sleep tonight,” you sigh. “I’m too riled up.”

“Same,” he sighs. “I wonder how many flashers we’ll run into.”

You laugh. “Why is that the first thing you think of you creep.”

“Hey now,’ he chuckles. “I thought that was the stereotype.”

You hop onto your bed and pick your phone up, it looks like Jake’s doing the same. All you can see are his eyes and a bit of his nose bridge. His dark hair has started to grow out and it was poking at his eyelids. 

Your phone pings with a text from Jake. It’s a horrendous screenshot of you climbing over your phone to get into bed. You gasp.

“I’ll kill you.” you tell him as he’s holding in his laugh. “I will do it.”

His laugh bursts out of his throat, jolly and warm. “Why I love it.”

“I hate you so much. Delete it.”

“No way,” he bunches his brows. “You have an entire photo album dedicated to bad pictures of me.”

“And I also have an entire album dedicated to good pictures of you.” you roll your eyes.

“You do?” he asks. “That’s a bit fangirly of you.”

“Me? A fangirl? Maybe Madeline but not me.” you scoff.

“Madeline?” his voice perks up. “She likes me?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew this.” you swear that you’ve brought this up before. Maybe he just forgot. 

“Nuh-uh.” he says.

“Well...” you say. “do you like her back.”

“I mean she’s nice but,” he hesitates. “not really.”

“Why not? She’s smart and super pretty. I'm so jealous of her hair.” you say. Madeline was a tan ginger girl with curly fiery hair down to the small of her back. 

“You have nice hair.” he says nonchalantly. 

You touch it and rub it between your fingers. “It’s whatever.”

He scoffs. “You’re too hard on yourself all the time.”

“I’m a teenage girl, I can’t help it.” You defend yourself, but he isn’t lying. 

“I’m bored, can I come over?” he says suddenly. 

“Tonight? We have school tomorrow.” you reply. 

“Maybe I’ll just sleep over.” he says while turning over in his bed. “I don’t think our parents would care.”

Sleepover? You two hadn’t done that since you turned eleven. 

“Where would you sleep?” you ask him, already imagining how this would go.

“I don’t know on the floor.” he shrugs.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor I’ll feel bad.” you argue.

“I don’t care, I’m the one who suggested it, plus I miss you dude, I wanna hang out.” he says and you smile.

“I saw you on Friday.”

“Yeah, a whole two days ago.” he gets up off his bed. “Okay I’ll be there in ten.”

“What-” you start but he cuts you off.

He brings the camera up close to his face and he flashes you a smile. “Bye!” he hangs up. 

Your palms feel a bit sweaty and you brush them off on your pants. Why am I nervous? You guys have had plenty of sleepovers before but the rest of the boys were always there, probably passed out from beer or a sugar crash. 

You tidy your room up a bit and prepare a little blanket bed on the floor right next to your actual bed. 

You hear knocking at the door right when you expected, Jake was hardly ever late. 

“Hola~” he says as he walks in with his backpack on. He takes his shoes off before skipping over to your room. You giggle to yourself. 

He falls back onto your bed with a big sigh. “I missed being here.” 

“Why? There’s nothing cool here. Your house is way cooler.” you say and he smiles.

“Well I can’t deny that,” he shrugs and you punch him in the arm. “you’re the one who said it.”

“We get it rich boy.” you roll your eyes and sit down next to him.

“I’m just playing,” he sits up. “you know that.”

“I hope you showered after practice,” you say. “I don’t want you stinking up my bed.”

He whips his head to you, looking a little bit offended. “I am very clean alright? Here smell my hair.” he shoves his head into your face. 

You let out a strangled noise and try to push him away. “Okay, okay!”

“No smell it,” he keeps his hair up in your face, it’s tickling your nose. “smells like mangos right.”

Admitedly, he's right. It smells like mangos.

“Yes it does,” you squeak out. “now please respect my personal bubble.” you spread your arms out and create an imaginary bubble between you two. He tries to tug at your arm but you bellow in a robot voice. “PERSONAL BUBBLE PERSONAL BUBBLE.”

“Fine, fine.” he falls back onto your bed again, laughing. “Lets watch something.”

You follow suit and tug your laptop into your lap. 

“Hold on,” you get up and close your window, it was starting to get too cold.

You shimmy under your covers and pull up Netflix.

“Scary movie?” you click on the horror section.

“Sure but you probably won’t be able to sleep.” he teases and you roll your eyes. 

“That was years ago.” you start to scroll through the movies. 

“Mhm, and I’m never letting you live it down.” he says with pride. 

During freshman year the gang decided to go to Jay’s house to watch It together and it freaked you out so much that you went to sleep in the boys room rather than the guest room. 

You click on Hush, a movie you’ve been avoiding because it’s about one of your biggest fears, a home invasion. 

“I thought you hated this movie.” Jake says, crossing his arms.  “I do, but I need to face my fears eventually right?” you click on it and get up to turn the lights off. 

Jake soon gets under the covers as well. You both cringe and slap each other every time your feet touch. 

“Yo yo yo yo watch out!” Jake whispers and pulls his hood over his head, something you both do when you’re nervous. You weren’t wearing a hoodie so you settled with a spare blanket and draped it over yourself like a cloak. 

“Oh shit,” you whisper. “look behind you!” you yell at the main character. 

By the end of the movie both of your bodies are stiff and sore from being so tense for two hours straight. 

“I thought she was gonna die.” you sigh and you shut your laptop. 

“Nah, they couldn’t kill the main girl.” Jake says, comfy and cuddled up in your duvet. “She was so smart.”

“Yeah she was.” you yawn and then kick Jake in the side. “Go to your bed.”

He groans. “It’s warm here though.”

“Go and I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.” you say.

He perks up and follows your orders. 

You relax into your mattress, but you miss his warmth next to you. You ignore that. 

Your alarm goes off at 6:30 and Jake sleeps right through it. 

“How the hell does he get up in the morning?” you whisper. “Probably Leila.”

He’s sleeping on his side, cuddling a stuffed animal he must’ve stolen from your bed while you were asleep.

You stretch your back before washing up. 

Jake’s POV

My serene sleep is interrupted by pokes at my shoulder. 

“Get up poop.” she says. I almost forgot that I was at her house. I crack my eyes open to find her crouching next to me. 

“Good morning.” I croak out.

“You stole ginger.” she points at the stuffed bunny in my arms. 

“I was lonely.” I say before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:30,” she says holding in a giggle. “go wash up so we can eat.”

“What’s so funny?” I ask her as she walks away. “You’ll see when you look in the mirror.” she says.

My eyes widen. Did she draw a dick on my forehead or something? I thought we swore to never do that.

I scramble to her bathroom to meet some gnarly bedhead. I have no clue how guys have good messy hair, my hair is either boring and flat or just messy. 

“Jesus.” I say to myself and try to run my head under the sink. 

I brush my teeth and secretly use her facial cleanser. 

“So fancy.” I whisper while lathering it up on my face. 

I can already hear her voice in my head when I’m drying off saying “don't forget to put lotion on, and face lotion, not body.”

A stack of pancakes is waiting for me in the kitchen, just as she promised. 

“Thank you mom.” I say to her before digging in.

She sits across from me with her own plate of flap jacks. She looks so pretty this early in the morning. Her face is fresh and sparkly and her eye bags somehow just make her prettier. It’s cloudy out and I can tell she’s cold she way her body is bundled up in her chair. 

I still remember the moment I realized that I liked her. It was seventh grade and we were at our town’s annual fair. She got a bit sick after a ride with a lot of loopdey loops so I stayed behind with her while the rest of the boys continued to go on every ride they pleased. She told me to go with them and that she didn’t want me to miss out but I said that it was fine and that I liked hanging out with her anyway. She smiled her bright smile at me and rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. Then she threw up on my shoes. Like projectile cotton candy, funnel cake, and other miscellaneous fair food vomit. And I didn’t even get that mad, I was more concerned for her. After that I figured I liked her, because if it were Jay I would’ve beat him up. 

“Did you have any nightmares?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nah, I dreamt that Sunghoon married a dolphin. It was weird.” she sighs.

I choke on my pancakes. “A dolphin?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “his name was Jerry.”

“And it was a guy too?” I hold my chest, trying not to choke.

“Don’t judge their interspecies homosexual marriage. It was beautiful.” she laughs and takes a big gulp of water.

I’m almost crying at this point. “Best dream ever. I can’t wait to tell Sunghoon this.”

“No!” her eyes widen. “He’s gonna think I fantasized about it or something.”

“What?” I cock an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that dreams are uncontrollable sometimes.” “Still it’s weird. Imagine if someone told you that I dreamt of you marrying a dolphin. It’s be weird.” she says through a mouth of pancake. 

“Did they have kids?” I cackle,

“I don’t know. How would that even work?” 

“Maybe they had a surrogate or something.” I suggest.

“Oh god,” she shakes her head, smiling. “we need to stop. I feel like I'm violating him.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Should I wear this shirt or this sweater.” she asks me as we’re getting ready in her room. 

“Sweater. It’s probably gonna be cold.” I say while tugging socks on. 

“Shit you’re right. Then I won’t be able to wear this dress.” she holds up a little dress that flows out a bit from the waist. 

“Bring it anyway and maybe you can wear it for a second so I can take pictures for you.” I suggest and she smiles. 

“Good idea.” 

We both settle of hoodies and jeans and say goodbye to her parents before hopping in my car. 

We get to school right when people start getting on the bus to the airport. We throw our luggage into the bottom carrier and get in line. 

“Yo!” I hear a familiar voice call as we get on. “We saved seats for you guys.”

Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have already gotten comfortable in the back of the bus. Niki was already asleep. Y/N couldn’t help but pat his head before settling down next to Jungwon. The bus wasn’t a school one but one of those fancy ones they bring out once a year. 

I sit down next to Sunghoon and dap him up. 

“What’s up.” I say while putting my backpack down by my feet. 

“Tired.” he says. “Valentina kept me up all night.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks. 

“For real?” I ask and he nods. “No way.”

“Yeah way.” he says and holds up a fist.

I fist bump him and pat him hard on the shoulder. 

“You’re a man now Sunghoon.” I congratulate him and he snickers. 

“What does that make you then?” 

“I’m taking my time alright? I’ll get there eventually.” I say, a little embarrassed. 

I look back to check out what she’s doing when we start to drive off. She’s fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Jungwon’s shoulder. He looks like he’s about to dose off too. Cute. 

Sunghoon and I watch a couple episodes of Death Note before we arrive at the airport. Sunoo shakes Y/N and Jungwon up. 

She’s still groggy as we walk into the airport and grabs onto my arm for leverage. My heart jumps a little. It’s not often that we touch despite how much I think about touching her. I could stare at her back all day. She could ignore me for the rest of my life and I’d still be happy to be in her presence. Mental note to all of you: do NOT let your feelings get to this point.

Soon we’re on the plane and she chooses to sit next me. I silently celebrate. Sunoo and Sungoon behind us, Heeseung and Niki next to us, and Jay and Jungwon in front of us. Sunoo pokes his head over her seat.

“Do you have chapstick I can borrow.” he asks with his blonde hair flopping over his forehead. 

She digs into her bag and hands him a small tin of lip balm.

“Thank you!” he says and she nods. 

“Are you that tired?” I ask her.

“Mhm,” she sighs and shuts her eyes. “I forgot to drink coffee this morning.”

I put in my AirPods and start to watch Lady Bird. She looks over and takes an AirPods out of my ear. 

“I wanna watch too.” she say and puts it in her own. 

We take off for the six hour trip and soon Y/N is sound asleep. Her head kept dropping forward so I pushed it up and pulled it to rest on my shoulder. This was not on purpose. I can’t help but snap a picture of her and add it to the good pictures of her album. She looks so peaceful and comfortable and gorgeous. I lay my head on hers for a moment before continuing the movie. 

Y/N’s POV

After two hours of unsatisfying sleep, and hour of gossip with Sunoo, and three hours of chit chat with Jake you finally arrive. You sit up and stretch as best as you can in the plane. You pull you backpack onto my back and get you luggage down from the overhead bin. It’s already five p.m. when we get off and your stomach is growling. 

We take another bus to the hotel and you can’t help but admire the city life as we drive there. 

You’re roomed with two other girls at the hotel but you don’t even bother unpacking. You know you’re gonna be in the boys’ room anyway.

Mrs. Gilroy gave us tonight to do whatever we wanted as long as we were back at the hotel by ten p.m. 

You sneak into Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon’s room as soon as you can. And when you get there, it’s already a mess.

“Good lord.” you say as you’re met with clothes all over the floor and mini bottles of liquor on the beds.

“You guys are drunk already?” you scrunch your nose and drop your stuff in a corner of the room.

“No.” Sunghoon says to you lazily with a little smirk on his face. You can’t help but giggle. Sunghoon is pretty adorable when he’s drunk. 

“Are you drunk too?” you turn to Jake and he shakes his head. His pink cheeks give him away though. “You’re all bad liars.”

“Lets go swim.” he says excitedly. 

“There’s a pool? I didn’t bring a swim suit.” you say, bummed.

“Can we go later, I’m hungry.” Jay says and you agree.

“Me too.” 

Jake tugs at your arm. “Come on~ we can order room service or ask Jay to get us something.”

“We can get you guys something.” Sunghoon says, pulling a hoodie over his head. 

“Please?” Jake looks at you with shiny eyes. He’s and adorable drunk too.

You purse your lips and sigh. “Fine. But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just wear shorts and a shirt.” Jake says as he tugs his swim trunks out of his suit case.

“I didn’t bring shorts because you said it was gonna be cold.” you complain, crossing your arms. 

“Uhm,” he stops for a moment. “you can wear my boxers then.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“What?” he looks at you. “They’re basically shorts. And they’re clean.”

You hesitate but then comply as always. He tosses you a pair of black Calvins.

You steal one of Jay’s shirts and make your way into the bathroom to change. You’re wearing a simple cotton bralette which should be fine for the pool. You bundle up the rest of your old clothes and stick them behind your backpack before heading out with Jake. 

The pool is empty and huge and is only light by the lights inside. 

“It’s so cold.” you rub at your arms as Jake sets your towels down at a seat.

“I’m sure the pool is heated.” he says and dips a toe in. “Yeah, it’s warm.” Before you can even reply, he tugs his shirt off and canon balls in. You turn your face to avoid getting splashed.

“How is it?” you call out as he emerges from the water. He shakes his hair around like a dog. 

“It’s warm so come in, you look funny standing there.” he teases and you roll your eyes. You kick your sneakers off and try to make a peaceful jump in but you didn’t realize you were in the deep end. It takes you a moment to get your senses together and swim to the surface.

“Why is it deep?” you say, a bit out of breath. 

Jake giggles at you. “Remember when we used to play and you were the mermaid and I was the-”

“Turtle companion.” you finish his sentence. “Yes, as clear as day.”

“Why couldn't I be a mermaid too? Why was a I a lame turtle.” he fusses.

“I’m sorry okay?” you laugh. “I was a mean child.”

“Yeah you were. I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.” 

You burst out laughing, flailing your arms in the water to try to stay afloat. “You deserved it!”

“I did not!” he protests. 

“You cheated in handball! It was one hundred percent deserved.” you say, swimming over to him.

“I barely cheated!” he calls out, starting to swim away from you.

“Barely? I would’ve won and been champion of our grade if you hand’t pulled that shit!” you say, still laughing and swimming after him.

“Why are you chasing me?” he says while hopping around the pool where he can touch the ground.

“So I can shove another clump of dirt in your mouth.” you try your best to get him but your heavy cotton shirt is holding you back. You don’t let it stop you though. 

You finally get to him and tug his arm. He yells as you push him underwater. He finds the ground though, and shoots up soon after. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” he looks at you, astonished but giggly. 

“Maybe.” you shrug before tackling him again. It had been a while since you two wrestled like this. 

You’ve got him under water for a bit until he finds your rib cage and plunges you in. It’s hard to hold your breath while you’re laughing. You feel around for him and pinch his thigh only semi hard. He lets you go after that. 

“I won!” you celebrate with your fists in the air.

“You used pain, that isn't fair.” he rubs at the area that you pinched. 

“Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.” you cross your arms.  “Fine.” he admits his defeat. “that pinch hurt though, come kiss it better.”

Your face twists. “Nuh uh.” you say plainly. 

“Please?” he asks. “I will drown myself right now.” You laugh at him. 

“I will do it!” he insists.

“Okay, okay! I’m not to going to kiss your leg you weirdo but I’ll give you a hug.” you float over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I even pinched you lighter than I normally would.”

“I’m sensitive.” he says into your neck and you giggle. 

His arms feel so right around your waist and you struggle to decide when to let go, so you just don’t, and neither does he. He holds you decently tight and you feel him pat your back. 

You’ve hugged plenty of times before but it felt a little different this time. Probably because you’re pressed up against his bare skin. It makes you feel a bit sheepish. 

You pull away from him. “Feel better now?” 

He nods with a smile. His cheeks are pink, but this time it’s not from the liquor. 

Jake’s POV

I can’t help but feel disappointed when she lets go of me. 

I shouldn’t have patted her back that's a dad thing to do. 

Her makeup has started to run down her face which makes me giggle.

“What?” she asks.

“Your mascara is making you look crazy.” I say and her hands fly to her face.

“Shit I forgot I had it on.” she attempts to wipe it away but all it does is smear it across her face. 

“Here,” I say and float over to her. “I’ll help you.” this was not on purpose.

I hold her face as gently as I can in my hands and rub the runny mascara off with my thumbs. I dip my fingers into the water to get all of the bits off. 

I want to kiss her so badly, but I know that I’ll never do it. Sometimes I get irritated at myself for not being able to confess. I think Jay and Sunghoon get irritated about it too. 

“You talk about her all the time man just ask her out.”

I don't know why I can’t do it. If she rejects me she’ll do it nicely and things would go back to normal pretty soon. But I don’t think I could live knowing that my feelings would never be reciprocated. Sometimes I get a feeling that she likes me too but I can never be too sure. 

“All gone.” I say and she thanks me. 

She lets her self float on her back. She has a small smile on her face and she’s so pretty I could cry. There have been multiple times where I nearly cried over how much I like her.

“What are your thinking about?” I ask.

“You know I never know how to answer that.” she bleats. “My mind always goes blank when you ask.”

“Well try to remember what you were thinking about then.” 

“Us.” she says plainly.  “Us?” I questioned. “What about us?” “I don’t know, just how I met you guys and how happy I am to be friends with you all.” she says. 

Oh. She meant all of us. 

“Yeah me too.” I agree, trying not to sound down. “Who’s your favorite?”

She snorts. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Of course you do,” I say. “and it better be me.”

“Why would it be you?” she jeers. 

I frown. “Because we met first.”

“I’m kidding, of course you’re my favorite.” she admits.

“And why is that?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because we met first.”

I sigh. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” she says. 

Y/N’s POV

You’re met with InNOut that Sunghoon and Jay got and also a room full of teenage boys. The younger ones were laying on their stomachs on a bed together, watching something on a laptop. Sunghoon and Jay were trying to watch t.v. You say trying because of the furious clicking on the remote. 

“What the hell are you guys trying to do?” you and Jake plop onto the one empty bed.

“Trying to find the porn.” Jay grumbles.

“Infront of the children?” you look over at the younger ones.

“They don’t care they’re watching YouTube.” he says, still clicking. 

You take a bite of your burger. “You have an endless arena of porn on your phone why do you want the t.v. one?”

“The t.v. makes it special.” Sunghoon says. 

“Weird.” you mutter to yourself.  “They’re probably gonna make you pay for it too.” Jake chimes in. 

“Do you think it’ll go to the school’s credit card or whatever?” Jay asks with wide eyes.

“I don't know but if it does they’ll know it’s from our room.” he says through a full mouth. 

You grab pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom to shower. 

You come out feeling fresh and the younger ones have gone back to their room now. 

“My turn,” Jake says, walking into the bathroom. 

You sit next to Sunghoon on his bed and start scrolling through your phone. 

“Should I get this sweater or this one.” he holds his phone up to you and shows you light blue sweater and a black one.

“Second one.” you say.

“Really?” he questions. “I feel like it’ll make me look emo.”

“You should become emo honestly. It would look good.” you reply and he chuckles. 

“You’d have to help me with my eyeliner every morning.”

“Yeah,” you giggle “wait can I do it right now? I wanna see how you’d look.”

“Right now?” he cocks a brow and you nod. “Okay but don’t give me raccoon eyes.”

“I won’t I won’t.” you rush over to your bag and bring your make clutch to the bed. 

“Hold still.” you tell him as you give him smokey winged liner.

“It tickles.” he says, trying not to blink too much.

“Beauty is pain.” you clean up the wing with your nail. 

In a couple minutes you’re done. “Finished." you say.

“Lemme see.” he grabs a hand mirror from your clutch and holds it up to his face. “Hold on. This looks kinda good.”

“Right?” you had to admit it; he looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jay says from his bed. 

Soon Jake came out of the shower and it was hard to deny how good looking he is especially with his damp hair. How could someone make a t-shirt and sweats look so good? He dumps his laundry by his bag. 

“Does Sunghoon have makeup on?” he asks, settling onto his bed.

“Yeah doesn’t it looks nice?” you ask and he agrees. 

“Y/N are you gonna sleep here or in your room.” Jay asks.

“I thought I would just sleep on the floor here.” you suggest and he furrows his brows. 

“No that’s mean. Share a bed with someone.”

“You should sleep with Jake.” Sunghoon elbows you in the side and you shoot him a dirty look. “We all know he wants you to anyway.”

“Fuck off Sunghoon.” Jake looks over at him with a piercing stare, a contrast to his pink cheeks. 

“Is it okay if I do?” you ask him and he nods.

“Yeah for sure.”

Sunghoon snickers. 

“I hate you.” Jake scowls. 

After a couple hours of watching movies and horsing around it’s nearly midnight and your eyes are getting heavy. 

You crawl under the covers and scroll on your phone a bit before trying to sleep. Despite how tired you are it’s hard to sleep with the boys chatting and snickering to each other. 

“Can you guys quiet down?” you ask them.

“Sorry.” Jay says. 

After maybe an hour of sleep, you feel someone get on the bed. Probably Jake, you think to yourself. His little sighs as he gets comfortable are cute. 

“You awake?” he whispers. 

“Mm?” you turn on your side to face him. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” he says. The room is dark but the moonlight helps you make out the outline of his face. 

‘What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothin.” he says and you giggle.

“Okay weirdo. Go to bed.” you close your eyes, stilling facing him though. 

“I’m not tired.” he says.

“Count sheep.”

“That never works for me.” he sighs. “Sing me to sleep.”

You try to slap him in the arm but you end up hitting his face. “Oh shit sorry!”

“Ow!” he whines. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“It was an accident!” you whisper and rub at his cheek a bit. 

“Now I actually deserve a hug.” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“You are not five years old.”

“I still want the hug.” he says plainly and you sigh.

“Fine.” you scooch over to him and pull him into your chest. You pat his back. “There there. Better now?”

He shakes his head. “It still hurts.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” you scoff. 

“I have no shame when it comes to your affection, you should know that by now.” he smiles.

You feel his arm fall over your waist and his hand slide up your back. It gives you goosebumps.

You’re cuddling with him. You guys are cuddling right now. You think to yourself. No you’re not, you’re just...hugging. Right?

Jake pulls away to look at you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna say your mom again?” you ask and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he says giggling. “it’s something for real.” 

“Okay what is it?”

He takes a sharp inhale. “I like you.” he winces. 

Your heart jumps a bit. “I know.”

“What?” he laughs.  “You’re very obvious about it.” you chuckle.  “Are you rejecting me?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I would never.” you pull him in by the back of neck and push your lips against his.